I went to see the sunset
from high upon a hill;
the clouds were forming right
I waited for the thrill.
But it was just a sliver
a gold ribbon in the air;
but still, it mesmerized
as all I did was stare.
My dog was sitting by me
to him, I gave his pats;
and drank in the coming dusk
as I brushed aside, the gnats.
The day was fading quickly
the shadows kissed the night;
and up here, upon the mesa,
the world became all right.