In the hush of twilight’s descent,
Behold! A spectacle, a moment lent.
One incredible sunset, a canvas divine,
Where hues of gold and crimson intertwine.
Yet, in the quiet, a contrast stark,
The geese, in flight, a fleeting mark.
Their journey, unnoticed, under the radiant light,
A humble reminder of nature’s flight.
Another day concludes its boundless spin,
A testament to time, where beginnings thin.
In the rhythm of life’s relentless stride,
Each rotation a journey, in which we abide.
So, let us revel in this fleeting dance,
Embrace the moments, seize each chance.
For in the tapestry of existence, bright,
We find cause to celebrate life’s delight.
Via:
Cris Alarcon
