The shadows stand against the horizon
Dark and distinct, each branch showing
Against the orange glow of sunset.
It stands against the glow saying I
Will not let go of my final stage.
Standing out in firmness resolute
Against the coming night. Showing
The traces of what was there in day
Not willing to give in to the scattered
Anonymity of darkness where everything
Blends or shadows in clumps. The
Beauty of the a sky awash in flames
Recedes gently and beautifully as
Its backdrop. As if to show those last
Colors of its own as they stand silent
Sentinels of its dying beauty.