Every Days End
At the end of every day,
Golden and colorful grow the light rays.
They carry the promise of something new,
Hidden in their magnificent colors and hues.
The sun foreshadows what will come,
After the night its web has spun.
The sun makes a promise it will return,
Its magnificent colors will again in the sky burn.
The sun gives its goodbye kiss,
In this kiss is a promise and a wish.
That every time something ends,
Something new will begin again.