From upon the hill tops
We see the suns final wave
As she dips beyond the worlds edge
Her shadow is pale in comparison
To her brighter part of day
The trees alive in the golden heat
The clouds like giant strawberries
Floating lazily in the sky’s
Flowering pink giving way
To sky’s so copper blue
When  its seen its never sad
When seen with vacant eyes
You’ll always seem to find
O so bright a twinkley light
Lets you know its all right.
~Sunset Hill~