The sun has disappeared under the horizon
Yet the the sky is still lit.
Clouds illuminate orange and pink,
While lighter blues sweep behind as a backdrop.
At this moment in time I feel so small,
That nothing could ever bad happen,
That every life is equal.
The clouds colors begin to fade,
Like all good, it sadly comes to an end.
My heart feels heavier and my clear eyes gaze at
what is left.
Why does it have to end?
Why must good have a limit?
While we can’t stop the sun from leaving,
We can work towards better ways.
We humans have accomplished many difficult
things,
But we can’t seem to achieve kindness,
One of the most important things.