Sunset

The sun sets softly towards the west The clouds form a shape like dragon with a crest The birds get ready to go each to his or her nest In the blueness of the sky the soaking effect of orange light of the sun is expressed Under shadow of tall buildings unusual red gooseberry by sun’s rays are caressed Not only are they tasty if you will one ingest They are also good for making zest They have hairs on their fruit but those are also easy to digest Behind the buildings on a playground a slide points towards the west When a child I slid there not much trill but as a lookout it is the best By innocence of youth this place is blessed It is small but by the view from the top of the slide one might be impressed Forests there form an anteater shape if one looks from east to southwest The hills roll endlessly as if to boundless nature of horizon to attest The expanse like an oceanic abyss only much larger then infinity would suggest Look toward the horizon to the west if seeing king of kings’ sign is your quest It is towards the horizon but it’s not expanse that is blessed For even though great it is not deepest or best For the seal of justice is because it must be and conscious of its own existence and zest And it is the presence of this justice that I request