The setting sun, woke up the words within me,
The mirth filled up the heart, stretching vast across like the sea,
The soothing rays from the golden sky,
The silent breeze waving past by,
The silent flight, back to the nest,
A silent will towards the quest.
Life is but, not without irony,
Its only how the horizon you begin to see,
While for some, its a peaceful pause,
For some, its an inspiration for a cause.
Even the setting sun, can be a lovely start,
Life is when the mind listens to the heart.