Sunsets in the sky,
Bringing a honey glow.
Spirits soaring high,
Time passing slow.
Staying still like a picture,
Disappearing fast,
Colors of the mixture,
Soon to be in the past.
Transforming into new,
Changing at last.
Minutes left, few,
Bringing a contrast.
The moment is gone,
Experience has been lived.
But, be not forlorn,
Although it can’t be relived.