The Sun

The sun is soon to go down, Serenity will descend on the town, A peace that is so special, like a bride, My identity, is who I am with pride, You can't discover when you don't look, A person needs more reading than does a book, Because in a book the words are black on white for all to see, However with people you have to delve deeper than deep, To discover that what you already know, Let the emotions and feelings grow, How high will the sycamore tree grow? Cut it down and you'll never know. The sun will continue to go down and rise, and sees all with its yellow, smiling eyes.