Sunset

Within the bright cerulean lit skys, a ball of innocent happiness emits from the murky clouds. It's happiness melts onto what we call earth and it milks the darkness of its pride. It drains the shadows of its slumber and provides radiant warm to the thirsty fields. It announces its precense through sheer rays in our window pane. Golden, it is, indeed. On low souls it subconsciously lifts, and burns its way into our hearts. Sun.