The setting sun,
A sky of golden fire,
The trees watch the colors in desire.
They yearn to reach,
The sky above,
And fill the planet with all their love.
The sky goes orange,
Then yellow and pink,
A unique way to paint and ink.
The mountains sigh,
The rivers say goodnight,
The evening birds began to take flight.
Another day began,
Another day did end,
Another earthly day that weaves and bends.
Out with the moon.
Down with the sun,
Another day is gone and done.