Poetry

Awe!

Walking towards the end of the cliff,
As the sun goes golden and down,
Horizon isn't too far to reach,
I'll take you there, holding your hand,
Because when the horizon meets the fire,
The sky will be as beautiful as you are ever,
So much effort, to see the best of nature,
And yet here you are, from the very same Mother,
Beauty so effortless, nature struck in awe!