Sonnet Viii: Sunset
The sun paints the sky yellow and crimson
Creating a canvas out of the sky.
Every radiant hue escapes its prison
And doves fly excitedly through the sky.
The cold, blustery wind kisses my cheek,
Making the maple tree sway gracefully.
The flowing, bubbling that feeds the creek
Gurgles and swirls ever excitedly.
Soon, the bright stars will twinkle in the night,
And the moon will watch us, silently so
As we slumber and wait for morning light;
As we slumber and wait for tomorrow.
Yet when I see this, I can't help but frown
For a life could end when the sun goes down.
Copyright © Fm Rt | Year Posted 2016
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