The silhouette made by the trees – Another day passed so quickly;

Warm fading sun, and purples too – Mixed in with red, a calming hue;

The stars begin to reappear – As evening draws ever near;

Nighttime cools down the land from heat – Shadows over the landscape creep;

I ask myself, how’d this day go – Did I achieve some of my goals;

For this day won’t return again – Was I able, some errors, to mend?;

Each day for us, is like a gift – Life passes on, a river swift;

The silhouette made by the trees – Treasure each day, it reminds me.