The setting sun its final colors throws,
Across the sky, a masterpiece of light,
As day concludes and gentle evening flows,
To welcome in the silence of the night.
Each shade of orange, crimson, gold, and red,
A fleeting beauty that will not remain,
A quiet moment for the heart and head,
Before the world begins its work again.
It speaks of endings that foretell a start,
Of cyclic time and nature's steady pace,
A soothing rhythm for the troubled heart,
Reflected in the quiet of this place.
So watch the colours fade to starry deep,
And let your weary, burdened spirit sleep.
Sonnet X: The Ocean's Call
The ocean calls with endless, rhythmic roar,
A constant, ancient voice that never dies,
It breaks upon the sandy, waiting shore,
And mirrors back the vastness of the skies.
The waves that rise and fall with measured grace,
Speak of a power we can't hope to tame,
A wild, untamed, magnificent embrace,
A force that always stays the very same.
It soothes the soul with endless ebb and flow,
And cleanses worries with its briny spray,
Where secret currents silently will go,
As life and tide command the passing day.
So listen close to what the waves impart,
The timeless wisdom of a changing heart
The mountain high, its peak in distant blue,
A silent witness to the passing years,
It stands a monument, forever true,
Above the valley filled with mortal tears.
The winding path that leads unto its crest,
Is fraught with struggle, challenge, and some pain,
But grants the weary climber little rest,
A goal to strive for time and time again.
The air grows thin, the view becomes more grand,
As higher still the brave ascent is made,
Until at last upon the peak they stand,
And all the effort seems to gently fade.
For in the climb, a greater strength is found,
Upon this high and hallowed, sacred ground
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