As i sit here watching the sun go down,
Reflections of beauty are all around!
The graying clouds from the summer rain,
Enhance the sunset's dying strain!

The birds are playing, while eating, too,
With mannerisms, much like you-
In jest they fly away, yet still
Return to eat, until they fill
Their hunger; just before the dark
Will swiftly cause them to embark
Upon their hiding place til light,
Then once again, they'll take to flight!

Yes, the sunset beauty will always be
The paint on the canvas for one to see-
Just take the time, be still and know,
Life has so much yet to bestow!