A Magic Spectacle

Staying at the western brink of the sky The Sun opens his fiery third eye A red tint abruptly colours the sky With chiffon clouds floating high As bright dots in the blazing light, Birds are seen on their return flight Eager to be back in their nests to alight Down they descend before the fall of night Shining in the glimmering twilight The Earth and the sky look a lovely sight Raining down showers of delight Our souls are buoyed up to a magic height As God dips his brush in colours dazzling Every sunset becomes a beautiful painting This magic spectacle, we stand watching Till the last streak of light begins waning! Placed First A strand(1067) Poetry Contest