That Evening Sky.

The sun was shining in the vespertine sky,
Fading away with gentle an evanescence,
With a placid flow  and a smooth zephyr
Caressing my skin, my haptic senses.

 
Oh, the skies, that striking blue display!
Festooned with bodies of cotton,
Flowing high o'er vales and hills,
Purifying my heart from the very bottom!

 
And Oh, the desperation!
Of that red devil,
Trying to boast his best illumination,
Over joyed I was, so much, yet so little.

 
That was the moment, the second that time,
I wanted everything, still, over 'ere;
My gripes were to the Omni-present;
"Let this place be, tranquil, O great Seer!"

 
And out came the reply, right from the heavens,
"Let this be a lesson, for you to learn;
That all in life is not hunky-dory,
You need to fall, You have to burn.

 
"But when you lose all that cheer,
And you feel all you've done is in vain,
Remember always that I'm here;
And I'll give you such a wondrous sky again.