Sunset

After a long hot summer's day I sat and watched the sun set. It seemed as if the air itself Was hotter than any noon day sun. The sun looked like a ball of molten fire As it hung there in the western sky. It felt as it the sun was setting On the whole universe. And as I watched the last few inches Of that great fireball disappear into The horizon I wondered if the sun would reappear The next morning. Or decide it was through and snuff itOut like a forgotten candle. Life is full of uncertainties. The best we can do is live or lives Step by step, minute by minute And pray for rain. Josette Key 2007