The Sunset

And then one day the sun bled, hot tears like lava

And the sunshine cried for her father, her mentor

Tormented, they both looked upon beloved Earth

She was dying, slowly, painfully.

Recoiling as if stung, he balked at her desecration

He bemoaned her barren lands, her trickling rivers

Incensed, he rained down his ire on the elements

And rained like fire, unmercifully.

He wept furiously and his red tears mingled with

The heavens, spreading vermilion and crimson

On the horizon, segueing into ochre of orange,

Like art splashed conspicuously.

Then his ire dimmed, he calmed down, lost his fire.

Disillusioned, deflated, tired, he sighed, a wisp of

A breeze blew down to Earth as he dipped under

The horizon and set colourfully.