I've taken to eye the sun setting through the trees upon the west
With the softest of gental breezes and gnat bites upon my chest.
Gazing at the red sky at night in all its glorious hues
I understand its awesome power and its propensity to soothe.
The true measure of a person’s soul with legacies left behind
Is akin to the masterful sunset and etched in a spiritual shrine.
To be like that wondrous force to shine boldly with color and grace
In the last moments of one’s glory until nobly conceding the day.
The grass has dew again while the darkness of night has been
As fresh as the day is new and starting all over again.
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