Silently Sitting Still Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sunsetical horizons shining upon the horizon, turning
fluffy white clouds a beautiful orange and gray color,
shading opposite sides of the sky.

Sun setting beyond, no longer reaching a certain part
of the clouds, silently sitting still for now, because
there's no breeze to move them about the skies.

Watching a light blue sky turning slowly into an ebony
color, signifying the beginning of nighttime slumber
for people on this side of the earth.

Never seeming to forget it's nightly duty, always being
dependable, reliable and totally responsible no matter
what may come about.