Fervent Heart That Rests Under The Sunset

It's a lavish evening -

The backdrop of the Louis blue sky

Is flecked with puffy, seemingly sanguine clouds

Meadow full of daisies sway as the wind goes breezy

The glistening water in the lake nearby

Holds the bases of the lotuses protectively,

As they float and float showing off their silken magenta petals

Butterflies and bees flutter around,

Taking a seat on the cushion of the rosy flower buds for some sweet nectar

The flaxen sun emits gentle warmth like that of a mama deer.

Soon the fresh blue pigment in the sky is swapped with a lavender tint,

Clouds glide leaving silvery trails of glint

Doves and sparrows, Seagulls and cuckoos,

All take flight full of might to reach their betake as they screech hoo-hoo

The cocoa brown trunks of pine trees,

Emit tinges of golden hazel gleam

The lush sage green of the grass

Gets eroded with a navy blue hue

Walking here and there with their tiny paws,

Are adorable kittens a few?

The air becomes smoky and

the branches slightly spooky,

A flush of vermillion washes over the pavilion

The soaring sun now has a coral ring with tangerine orbs,

As it stands high up on the sky

Waiting to sink down onto the chromatic prism of the heavenly horizon,

As the slight image of the seemingly tiny half-moon

Prepares to become clear and fully appear in the gloom of the late evening soon.

As I sit by the dazzling lakeside,

The lotuses roll up and cover themselves as they close

Drifting farther and farther away in the purplish teal lake

Then finally the sun sinks down and gets its rest,

For it seems to have been posing like a model for the photoshoot of the sky all-day

Under the sensational iridescence of the dusk

My sentimental heart which was ponderous with woe before,

Seemed to have reflected upon itself and sunk down the sorrow,

Like the sun's climaxing reflection on the lake

Blazing with shades before becoming with its origin, one and the same.

That's what sunsets teach us,

To reflect , transform and preach in the buzz

Teaching us that it is good in bad and bad is good,

That there is an end to beauty and beauty to an end,

That as time passes, changes will occur in the scenery of our moments,

That no matter how much of hefty grief there is within us,

It will soon be absorbed and taken in by our spirit and our soul,

Making the dusk of life more fair, just and whole.