A Book of Poems ✔

The Sunset / Poem One

Clothed in yellow she shown with pride,

Red as fire but pretty as gold,

It seems as if she is the prettiest woman on earth,

But who is she?

Does she have a name?

Is she the great mother boat I have heard of?

Or is she just a nobody?

This wasn't the first time I have seen her,

And I know this wouldn't be the last,

For she would come out,

Whenever Mr. Sun was going home from work,

To make the beautiful stars and moon come out,

But why?

Was she a evening bird or a lover of the early night air,

One evening when the sun was on his way home,

I heard a whisper,

It sounded like a female voice,

But where was it coming from, there was no one in sight,

There it was again and again, 

Oh! behind me,

I turned around looking astonished ,

For there was no one more than the stones and the grass behind me,

'up here', said a voice,

No could it be her, 

The great mother boat,

The one who I had told you about,

The prettiest woman on earth,

Yes! it was,

And she said to me,

I have heard your questions,

And I will answer,

I am Mrs. Sunset, 

The wife of the sun, 

And the daughter of the moon,

The prettiest thing that you will ever see after noon,

So from this day you will call me,

 The Sunset.

AUTHOR NOTE:

So I wrote this when I was in grade 6, I think. I wasn't in my best mode at the time. I was sitting on my verandah just looking at nature in aww. Then the idea of writing a poem about a sunset struck me and I wrote it based on my emotions, some questions I had and nature.

Hope you liked it until next time,

Hasta luego