The Sun Sets the Horizon On Fire

To sit while the sun sets the horizon on fire With each rolling hill making light sail Along the tides of earth. There is a certain beauty to it all. How each scene like a painting Upon this great canvas Is never quite the same Nor detracted from the day How radiantly each moment shines. And though each work seems like the last - Entirely distinct - vivid in memory. Before being burned by an orange sky. The night tuned to ashes, Distant white hot embers Shine as a memory of each day Though - too far to remember