Sunset

The death of benevolence is a sunset on a good day

A day is but a singular thread in the blanket of time,

A seemingly insignificant thread, nothing sublime,

But without each strand, the blanket will unravel,

Each day is truly important as time continues to travel.

Each day is important, but unfortunately, only one may exist,

Each day must die for one more day to be born,

This law of time must be followed, against it one cannot resist,

So, like every other good thing, for it’s death the world mourns.

But, days don’t mourn their own death, for they leave in color,

So beautifully that it makes one feel even smaller,

They leave in splashes of vividness that one cannot avoid,

They leave amazingly, with any sense of boredom devoid,

See the palette of wonderful iridescence!

See the sky, so effervescent!

See God’s easel as the day dies!

See the day expire before our eyes!

As the sun buries itself in our Earth,

As the sun sets beneath the horizon into the dirt,

To a believer, does this convert,

To the idea that day’s end provides us comfort?

We are given one last show of beauty before the moon comes in,

A black sky with some shining lights given way,

By the gorgeous sunset we see at the end of the day,

As comes silent night from day’s din!

Perhaps sunset is simply a message to us all,

To live our lives fully to leave a sunset behind,

Something caused by our lives that let’s our end stand tall,

A life’s sunset more beautiful than anything one could ever find,

So live your life fully to create the most beautiful sunset,

Something people would love, you bet,

Leave a legacy in your sunset that will stand through time,

And, you like every single day, will join the Blanket of the Sublime.