The Setting Sun

The setting sun,
Slowly moves.
It has begun,
As the light approves.

Clouds of grey,
Turn to yellow.
The earth portray,
To sinking mellow.

Animals settle,
But the world does not die,
Streams of metal,
Blue turns the sky.

Sparkling stars,
City lights,
Racing cars,
Party nights.

Darkness moves on,
Sleepers awake,
To the new dawn.
There’s no mistake.

The cycles continues,
Only to start again, and again.