The sun, on his return,
briskly moved to the western horizon,
a red cloud thanked him
for his shimmering parting gift,
a songbird enamored,
tweeted with happy abandon:
"Wow! can't take my  eyes off,
what a perfection, I am impressed"
The sun, gently smiled,
didn't pretend, he heard, those words.
Darkness, infuriated
chased the bird away scolding,
"keep quiet, you brat,
don't disturb, the sun's meditation!"
Then, spreads the stillness,
no bird is at sight,
even winds and waves,
stood with bated breath.
The purple sun, inch by inch
descended to the seabed.