When I think of the coming summer, I think of evenings full of fire. The sky burns with the end of a day and the approaching night. It is an eternal struggle. It is a beautiful event to watch. I love watching the sunset and the moonrise. Nature rules all. The poem below represents my feelings about the constant change from day to night.
It is here when the day & evening meet
that the sky is on fire
lit up like an ombre of flames
over the tops of trees
I sit & watch the evening fall
night brings its own mysteries
reminding me to live each day
& uncover them all
About the Creator
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