A comforting melancholy settles in as the shadows creep out,
The birds biding each other adieu,
The trees and flowers closing in for the slumber party,
A firework explosion of crimson, purple, orange and red,
There must be an artist somewhere up there,
Whoosh! With an almost audible whisper it disappears below the horizon,
Taking in it’s wake yet another day.
who better to turn to at moments like this then the maestro of melody himself......
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hymujdC0mlw
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