The sun sinks low, a fiery ball,
Its light and warmth now starts to fall,
The sky ablaze with red and gold,
A beauty to behold.
The world slows down, takes a breath,
As nature prepares for rest,
The day is done, the night is near,
And all that's left is cheer.
As the sun disappears from view,
It leaves behind a golden hue,
A memory of its last goodbye,
A sunset's kiss, before it dies.
So let us cherish each sunset's end,
And all the beauty it does send,
For in its final fleeting light,
We're reminded life is always bright.
