Sunset

Going down, a fiery show, Upon the sea, where wavelets go.

Mr. Sun, a jolly chap, In orange hat and golden lap, Was tired from shining, bright and bold, A story of the day, to be told.

He dipped his toes in ocean blue, The water shimmered, pink and new. The clouds puffed up like cotton sweet, A painter's dream, oh what a treat!

The seagulls cried a sleepy tune, As colors bloomed beneath the moon. The fishes leaped in joyful glee, A sunset party by the sea!

He winked his eye, a fading gleam, And whispered low, a silent dream. Behind the waves, he slipped away, Ending day, until next day.