THE SETTING SUN

Like the sun out of a child's painting,

Of a mountain by a lake,

Stood the Sun behind the trees;

It gently lowered itself,

Tenderly kissing,

First the tree tops,

Finger tips,

Setting it on fire,

The kiss of passion,

Beneath which the delicate leaves,

Trembled a fiery red,

Blushing, sweet and shy.

The orange light filled the sky,

The tree set ablaze,

Love spreading,

Like colours,

Put in still waters,

Merging with the blue that was the sky,

Spreading till it touched the gentle light of the noon,

Setting it ablaze with a light,

That slowly turned the night sky,

Darker, till stars shone,

Setting the night on fire,

Bringing it alive.