Sunset

The day comes to an end and night draws near Where the shadows are cast but vision is clear The sun fights back with a vibrant show With colors on the horizon that don't want to go The beautiful death that is the light In an ever ending circle there is a constant fight Where light and shadow try to win If only they would see they are truly kin Light and dark like a canvas in the sky Beautiful art without having to try Together they spar creating elegance in their wake I am forever grateful for the beauty my eyes take