Sunrise and sunset have a bit in common.
No man can buy the setting of the sun,
The daily show that lights the evening sky,
For nature crafts the gift for everyone,
The yellow, orange and gold that shine on high.
At times, it tells of storm's approach,
When anvil clouds stand out against the gold,
Or, yet, a shepherd in a fiery coach,
With fluffy sheep clouds racing for the fold.
The light that shines between the forest trees
And drapes the mountain peaks in brilliant shrouds,
Or glows and sinks below the darkening seas
And leaves its echo on the evening clouds.
The myriad sunsets that delight each day
All tell us that it's time for man to rest,
To sleep and wake renewed for work or play,
Then view the brilliant sunrise and be blessed.