As the Sun Sets

“As day and night, seasons come and go, leaving an afterthought that nothing is permanent in this world. Though life is all impermanence, know, there will be a sunrise after every sunset”-~ By Poet Away from the crowd, I sat on the seashore Looking at the setting sun, Drowning into the indigo depths. The grey enormity that heaved and swelled in turn, Warmly received its everyday evening guest. As I was looking on, breakers rose high, Crashing over the boulders, making a mournful cry. My eyes stretched far into the horizon I watched clouds quickly shapeshifting And the multi coloured firmament Changing into a grey monochrome. As like a python, darkness swallowed the day. A cycle ending only to begin again!