AT SUNSET
The morning sun tip-toes
From the veil of night,
Awakening a new day
On which to cast her light.
Warm is the sunshine
And happy are the hours,
When the rays of the sun
Walk among the flowers.
Blossoms open wide their eyes,
Lifting their fronds on high,
Bidding adieu to the orb of light
As she tip-toes back when sunset is nigh.