The Detailed Simplicity on Sun’s Set

Sure, the scintillating sunshine seems so simple, seems so sure;

That is, until its daily bow when light becomes a blur.

While many disregard and wend on another way,

Some accustomed audience members settle in for that day’s play.

Indeed, it’s like a season pass, and one that’s free of charge.

The attendance may be small, but the splendor’s always large.

The seasons are quite biased when it comes to time of day.

In summer, it’s a late show; in winter, matinée.

The sun knows full well when its first cue is near,

For its stage d’rections aren’t written; they merely appear.

As the lank, cumbrous trees are stroked back by the breeze,

It’s as though they’re the curtain, falling open with ease.

Then the eyes do a dance as they take in the scene –

Pink, orange, blue, and yellow, red, purple, and green.

Yes, the smooth sorbet sky quickly steals the show

As its soft, cotton hues caress viewers below.

Soon it’s tousled aside to make way for the star.

After all, he’s devoted; he commutes from quite far.

“There it is!” the crowd cries as they bat their keen eyes,

The only play they recall where there’s bliss when one dies.

Perhaps this is due to the fact that it’s brief,

That the sun will rise tomorrow to expectant relief.

But let’s back to the scene where the blood-orange globe jigs,

Where it sashays and it frolics, then it sinks and it digs.

Down it steps from the stage with a strange regal air,

As its clutch to the clouds starts to loosen, then tear.

Then it shatters against the harsh curve of the earth;

Yet the crash makes no sound, ushers in silent worth.

And that’s how it ends, or so the crowd thinks,

Without knowing the sun and night sky exchanged winks.

For after a time, a new star saves the day,

Escorted by thousands of guests all the way.

The evening expanse comes to soften the blow

Of seeing a friend say farewell and then go.

The audience ruptures into unhindered applause,

Never pining to end, even pining to pause.

If only these folks knew this happened each day,

That life’s natural treasures can keep boredom at bay.