Sunset a wonderful scene to unfold,
A sonnet given for it to be told,
The beauty that lavishes upon skies,
Hues and colors liveth as a surprise.

Mysteries, hidden, as it's life suffice,
Wonders and oddity might seem to rise,
Imagination does not limit nights,
But creates memories that will not fly.

As if a sonnet was meant to carry,
A message's prelude in a hurry,
Riddled with thoughts and terminologies,
Hidden, and cannot be seen by many.

Someday that sunset can set my soul free,
As it continues life's never ending journey.