Orange sun

Orange sun

The way the sun kisses the lake,
Reminds me that beautiful things don’t have to be fake,
The way the sun kisses the edge of the sky,
Is one of the beautiful questions I ask why,

The sunset bright orange in the sky,
Slowly descends and hides,
But through all the pinks, oranges and reds,
Reminds me of the beauties of the sights instead,

The orange sun makes its last goodbye,
Till the moon comes out and the sun will rise,
The sunset is a glimpse of tomorrow,
Beauty shining over the sorrow