Setting Sun

Behind the trees, the sun starts to set
Its warm rays fading from view
The sky transforms to shades of red
As a certain darkness starts to ensue
Birds retreat to their resting places
As the first stars twinkle in spaces

The sun's departure is like death
A natural occurrence, yet it brings unease
Just as the day must end with the sun's final breath
Our own end is something we cannot appease
We are but the birds, finding our places
As we prepare for eternal embraces

The sun's last rays cast a fiery hue
And the trees take on a somber tone
Their shadows growing longer and true
As if mourning the sun's loss alone
Death's cloak envelops, like the night's dark places
And like the stars, souls start to embrace us

But with every death comes a new dawn
And every sunset, a sunrise begins
So too will our own end spawn
A new beginning, free from dogma
As the sun behind the trees leaves its traces
We, too, will find our eternal, peaceful places