we bask in the glory of the sun and gaze at the beauty of the moon wondering what it would be like to be as beautiful as each component never gone, only "soon"
little do we know that we resemble them both we rise we fall sometimes never knowing if we can even get back up at all but we always do just like the sun and moon we are never gone only "soon"
At sunset The sky turns in liquid gold The trees with forgotten leaves Promised, new to grow Orange pinwheel, rolls down the hills The shadows of the bark, evenly spill on the grey grained roads Shining bright and dark The twilight begins