The World Needs An Audience

Ever give the world an audience?
Just before the brilliant Sun glides,
Evermore towards western horizons,
To Kiss the sweet face off it's daughter.
Our very own dear mother earth.
Whispering words made of colors.
Then the sky ignites on fire, and the night arrives.
Perfect contrasts and,
What I am thankful 4.
Each 1 is a treasure.
A gift of unique measure.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I try to stop each evening, take a breath and watch the sunset in awe... You should do the same. =)

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