The setting sun casts its last strength into the world,
Through the trees, through the leaves,
Painting a golden hue.
End of a day, with such a departure divine,
Painting a piece of heaven,
Here on earth.
The last rays of gold escape through his fingers,
As he holds up his palm wide,
Night is nigh.
But next day shall arise a sun even grander,
For those who wish to see,
For those who wish to seek,
For those who wish to live.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 10:16 AM UTC
The setting sun casts its last strength into the world,
Through the trees, through the leaves,
Painting a golden hue.
End of a day, with such a departure divine,
Painting a piece of heaven,
Here on earth.
The last rays of gold escape through his fingers,
As he holds up his palm wide,
Night is nigh.
But next day shall arise a sun even grander,
For those who wish to see,
For those who wish to seek,
For those who wish to live.
