Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run,

Beautiful view making me stun,
So breathtaking, making me outrun,

Like all worries are gone,
A present to live on,

A small moment to admire,
A moment to overlook fear,

Sun is sinking in the golden west,
Slowly the universe is gone to rest,

Meadow, wood and stream,
Expectant as a dream,

Now gold is fading into gray,
Time for me to go away.

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