The sun sets on another day…
The sky was full of light until twilight was upon me. Even then there was beauty everywhere. Sunset and the sky as the sun set is always stunning and nearly unbelievable.
My strange poem for the day:
Ghost Story
it’s a ghost story tried and true
it’s a ghost story from me to you
for whatever reason rhyme or care
it’s still a ghost story everywhere
there is a time and there is a place
I’m not so sure there’s any time to waste
so when time passes and it’s hard to leave
perhaps a ghost story is what you need
sometimes life can let us down
quiet is easy just like a frown
but frowns are harder than people say
a lot of muscles to become that way
expect a lot and it might come
respect expect a little and you have won
for if a ghost just disappears
expecting little will quell your fears
I saw it morning, day and night
I wasn’t scared, there was no fright
you see I’ve seen a lot of ghosts
often the ghost will miss the most
So as the sun sets on another day, I hope you have a spectacular evening and watch the sunset every once in a while and remember the beauty therein. Keep being spectacular every day, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and poo…