The sun-setting starts out

A light yellow,

Intensifying as it progresses;

On a voyage to

The other side of the world.

Liquid gold follows in its wake,

Sinking deep into masses of leaves on the tree and

Reflecting off the clouds,

Splashing onto the sands.

Turning everything into a giddy desert wine colour.

Then it slowly pinks and flushes,

Spilt rose watercolors,

Draining into the western skyline,

Swiftly red before long,

As it disappears below the horizon.

The last red reminder of its presence

Colours the clouds

A bloody lava.

Melting cotton candy,

Hanging in the sky.