At Sunset

The sun hosts a show for the trees

It throws on them

A bright spotlight of yellow, pink, and red

The long leaved branches get their hair tips tinged

With the shiny gold tone of the sun

And the trunks get draped in a dress made

From the rays of the dipping sun

The performance lasts for just moments

Only the lucky ones get to witness the best parts

And too soon the lights shut out

Signaling the end of it all

And the curtains of the night fall


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