The evening sun hid itself among the dusty clouds
as it surrendered to the gloom of the crimson sky.
The birds tweeted their melodious chorus as trees danced by
to the whistle of gusty chilled wind.
Now must I retire to a perfect abide
and be ten thousand times free from the day's troubled burdens
reflecting on the promise tomorrow's new day brings.
Copright © 2012
Beautiful description of the sounds and sights happen at sunset. A calm atmosphere prevails in the poem. You are a poet gifted with wonderful diction to carve out your poem. Mellifluous lines! Rated*****
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What a lovely imagine you've depicted, after the stresses of each day, to just sit back and simply behold mother natures beauty.