As the sun departs for another day
it leaves a red pallor over itís domain.
Gentle rain drops fall so gracefully,
as the sun seems to cry as it says goodbye.
The ocean seems alive and in a constant hurry
to reach the shore and then retreat.
The once blue ocean has taken on the
red cloak of the vanquished sun.
The smooth sand glitters like gems
caught in the fading light.
The trees are as green as jade,
enticing you with their embracing shade.
Birds are singing goodbye to the sun.
Close your eyes and you will hear a symphony of sound.
The birds, the grasshoppers, the cicadas are all bidding adieu to the day.
The moon, so pale, is already arisen and it too watches the sun.
Waiting for the moment when it can cast its full glory
and turn the beach into a blackened and frightening scene.
Illuminated at the whim of the moon in concert with the clouds.
The rose red pallor is fading fast, the colour not unlike the blood
which seems to leak from your heart as you see the daylight go.
The sun seems to wink one last time to remind me that itíll be back tomorrow.