The sun gave the waves fluorescent tips,
As it began to drop below the hills.
From the faucet of the Gods, beauty drips,
Flamingo and tangerine, the colors made time stand still.
I clear my minds eye, it leaves me frozen in time,
In awe, in amazement, I let the moment sink in.
Storing this portrait, capturing the sublime.
Feeling its spirit, with goosebumps on my skin.
Paralyzed by what the Gods paint with their brush,
Orange and pink disappear, behind the hills the sun hides.
Transforming into the most magnificent violet hush,
Bowing out to the moon. Setting. As I set all of my worries aside.