• As the day comes to an end,
    beyond the horizon where earth meets sky,
    colors of radiant orange and pink fill the eyes of
    dazed audiences; captivated with the suns
    enchanting, painting streaming over the darkening sky.
    Faint glimpses of stars starting to shine with the moon
    glowing intense shades of its off-white colors,
    heavens threshold of the galaxy glistening above.
    Inter-galactic thoughts and ideas running through the
    jumbled minds of all human kind in time,
    knowing not the vast possibilities of that which
    lies out there somewhere in our so called universe.
    Mere moments pass by as the coal-black-
    night-sky replaces that of which the sun
    once made so colorful as day fades away.
    People placing their praying hands together
    quietly asking their gods for better days to
    remember as they slip into soft beds,
    slumber starting to seep through their heads.
    ]Then there came the soft soothing shades of
    ulra violet rays from the waking sun as
    voices of birds began to burst with melodic
    waves washing over natures brilliant
    xanadu on this planet we call earth.
    Young and old alike wake to the waiting sun;
    zealous about the new day to come.