Sunset Soft yellows, oranges, and reds flow out from this glowing oracle that has mounted the sky. He now descends a tired watchman having brought light to the people and now retreating back to his quiet and humble abode.More Like This
He tips his yellow hat as he touches the ground, he removes his orange cloak to place it on the coat rack of the hills. He dawns a red attire as only a sliver remains. He takes to his bed as the last rays fail. And he hearkens to the song of sleep as he finally dims.