The Sunset

On a river’s bank one evening, I watched the glorious setting sun, Speaking in its glorious splendor That another day was done. I drank in all the ecstasy And every blending hue, Of orange, red and lavender, Of purple and of blue. I pondered over many things As I watched this golden crown, Floating in an azure sky And fleecy eiderdown. This beauty surely filled my soul, No, I could never own A painting that would quite compare As I sat there alone. Then finally the sun was set...