By Jessica Tanner
The warm sunset
is where I bathe.
Slowly swaying. Side to side.
Foot prints big and small
surround me.
Out in the open, I sway alone.
They orange sky glistens
behind me.
Freely, I pursue my ways.
Like a sponge, air flows
through me.
As the day ends, everything
is silent.
Everything is still.
Even me.
No more swaying.
Just peace.
Calm.
No worries.
The orange sky turns
pink then purple.
As the day grows cold,
my journey for one.
Day is over.
Night falls,
But I still hang.
Silently.
Slowly.
Swaying.
Inspired by August Calendar
