The Sun goes down the Sea.
Down streams of smoky blue
Spreading across the endless Sky.
The fiery red melts in the calmness,
It bows down to the fleet of ship lining the hazy line,
where vast worlds meet.
The ships light up all in one,
sentinels of the darkness that is to follow.
And the orange takes over the serene blues above them,
as it waits to be devoured by the darkness.
The Sun has gone down the Sea.
And in these moments, dear Earth,
I am glad that I am born to thee.