Sunset

The wet feet trodded the sands,

Water dripped from her skirt.

Yet she moved ahead,

Towards the cascade waves.

Her hair had an orange tinge,

And flew over her face,

She felt the cool breeze,

And stood amidst the waves.

Nature is indeed a mystery,

When her day is going to be a history,

She felt so looking at the sunset,

The orange shade reflected a glare.

Past is gone with the orange tinge,

Calmly as the sun goes down,

And the cool breeze calms her inner self,

For a fresh beginning of a tomorrow.