The sunset ends the day Birds fly to their nests Animals and men return to their home A tired soul somewhere would return to its heavenly abode
A sun set has its own beauty
The orange sky,
The sun slowly vanishing behind the faraway hills
Sipping your evening tea
You think of all the days gone by
The humour, the rumour , the celebration and of the joyful times gone by.
The victories and regrets all feel the same!
As now none of it matters anymore
A new beginning is set to happen with a new day
The sunset closes the day
Settles the storm
Makes you feel
What a trip it has been.