Sunset

I look out my window, And I see the sunset. God it feels like forever, Since I’ve last seen one as beautiful. I look out at the deep shades of crimson, And yellow, more gold than yellow actually. All the colors fading into the lightest of blues, Fading into the never-ending sky. Rising up against that sunset is the mountains. I grew up in these mountains and hills. I’ve hiked them, And at the top have seen spectacular sights. Down below those mountains are the valleys Deep and wide they stretch across the earth, Like a blanket, Keeping the earth warm. Blankets of green and many colors. A great contrast to the mountains above them, Which portray that wonderful deep green color, That attracts the wandering eye in wonder. In those valleys lie rivers, deep and cool. The deep blue and dirty green of them, Attracting one to jump deep into their depths, So you can feel the way the water surrounds your body, Swimming holes are full of people, Crowded with bodies all enjoying the warm summer evening. Children laughing, their parents chatting, All enjoying this wondrous night. I cannot see this all from my spot at my window, But I feel it in my heart that they are all there, Enjoying the sunset as much as I am, Watching the sun sink down. Then they will all get into their cars, And drive away leaving the water to become still. And I will turn away from my window, And hope tomorrow’s will be just as good. And the sky turns inky black, Against the dark sky is the bright stars shining, Shining so brightly, That with the moons help they light up the night. And they will shine, Until the sun comes up again, And I will once again sit at my window, And watch the sunrise settle into place. With its lighter colors, Fading upward against the just lightening sky, Where the new day begins, And a new sunset waits to be seen.