Sunset Poem

This poem was made by me, so:    Alex Kreitz © 2009.   There!


As I am walking through the trees,
I feel a nice, gentle breeze,
The sun glimering behind me.

When it turns half-past eight,
Better go home, it’s getting late,
And then I turn around and see.

The sunbeams gleaming through the plants,
Smiling down on some little ants,
There is not a sound, as the lights shine down on the trees.

But as I turn to leave,
I do so receive,
The feeling of internal glee.

As I see it, I think, “Wow!”
I know nature does it, but I don’t know how.
“I know what it is!”, I decree!

“A sunset.”