As the sun goes down

As the day fades away,

I remember the sweet sunny day,

The tender touch of the breeze,

And the swaying motion of the trees,

My mind drifts away into the night,

As the sun drifts away it’s light,

The cold breeze against my skin fades,

Cold darkness and cold shade,

The same steps I sit on everyday,

Different from this morning,

I’d say,

The feeling of the time changes,

As the weather rearranges,

The moon kisses the sky,

As the sun set from its high,

The stars reflect the light,

Into dreams of the night.