At Dusk- when the sun sinks down in the sky, An orange-red flaming entity, In the distant horizon, Lighting up the sky golden, Cirrus clouds scatter in bright colors, To illuminate the sky, To display the wonder of sunset glory, That is heavenly glory;
That is all we get, To admire the change, That moment of glory, That is twilight, As daylight leaves hurriedly, To give way, To darkness that sets in, To engulf us all in, Blindness.
