The yellow sun comes to its end
of blazing reign to now descend
towards broad horizons as the Earth
spins on its axis giving birth
to vibrant colors o’er the land
as if now painted on command.
So comes the gold as does the spread
of orange, violet, pink and red
to glorify the end of day.
These fiery hues on grand display
are hidden when the sun is high
but here they stream across the sky.
A ball of orange now the sun,
the dwindling of its light begun,
til finally it sinks out of sight
though echoes of its waning light
still linger on in afterglow
until the night begins its show
of distant suns which set in turn
on distant worlds for which they burn.