Endings
The sky with the deepest blue Alters it's hue To the brightest orange But no, the fireball isn't going too soon The colour is there, having a range That spans from flame red to hold yellow As if remnants of the vibrant day They remain scattered and Linger around like the waves at bay Like they crash on the arched rock That contains a hollow And it remained as it was As I stared at it for long The occasional little black spots That swam through the whites Pink and goldens of clouds And yet it bid adios After loitering for a trice And as I checked my watch Vanished into a pitch black Dotted with a glitter And added more & more I realised it had it's time When it has to again