My head shot up, full of hope and light,
As the sky split into shades of red, peaceful yet bright
Scarlet, crimson, then a ready shift to pink,
The setting was perfect to just sit back and think
As the clouds dotted the horizon, the sun pulling up rear,
Birds flew across the scenery, across the sky so clear
As the fuchsia set a golden tinge, basking the dusk in an eerie glow,
Like an artist's painting come to life, the brush making ready strokes
Patches of darkness filled the radiant sky, as night was starting to take control,
The beautiful sunset fading out of view, the sun had finished it's stroll
The fuchsia became crimson and the crimson became scarlet, to mark the end of the day,
When all at once the lights dimmed out and the moon was here to stay.
~Via
The significant beauty of sunsets is not there to state the desire for something temporary, but rather the importance of being happy that it happened at all instead of being upset that it's over.
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