Solitary feathers drifting down
Lofty trees shroud the sinking sun
While the pampering wind blows fronds apart
A ray of golden warmth gleams down
The sky that knows no bounds
Rolls down to the creases
Where valleys of crimson hue, abound
Catching reflections of a splendid scene
Flocks and feathers flying by
Peering through the sky, the half-traced moon lies
My thoughts prayerful as the day dies
Time is melting by, as the wilderness comes alive
And it’s time we said good-bye
The wave lash reverberates through the skies
Drifting clouds shadowing the night
The weeping moon sheds light
Tear drops evolving to a star-studded sight
There’s something about the sea that comforts the soul and revives the mind.
Those of you who have known me through the years wouldn’t be surprised, owing to the fact that a considerable portion of my life has been spent dawdling on sea shores trying to figure out the meaning of life and more often than not just sharing a moment with family and friends, watching the spectacular sun paint a myriad hues as it goes down on another beautiful day. Much the same as life as we know it, no two sunsets are ever the same. Eclectic with fresh opportunities waiting to be ceased by the hour, a new day is born everyday. It is in our hands to make it or break it. What do you choose to do?
Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.
– J.K. Rowling