I watch as the sun
slips slowly from sight
It slides down
the sky until it’s no longer there
And as day turns to
dusk, I lean back in my chair
I’m hearing the noises
as the birds they fly home
Exploring all
day, all over they roam
Soon it will be
quiet, the sky will be dark
And the next
thing I'll hear is the dogs as they bark
In the leaves I
see movement, as they're caught by the breeze
It moves like a blanket, thrown over the trees
But then it is
gone, just as fast as it came
And the trees again
still, and the sky’s now a flame
The reds and the
blues, they meld together as one
If the clouds are
the canvas, then the paint is the sun
When the colours
they darken, they fade from my view
Then the sun is
it gone, and the darkness streams through
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