The vast horizon with orange lies painted
the beautiful day ending in beauty over us mortals,
all ends beautiful, unfathomable by man's perspective tainted,
Only so many places we can visit, for our eyes are the portals.
Not the lord's fault for man's naïve confusion,
For there is always a pleasing note in the song's conclusion.
It all shall leave, it was here never to stay
forever, if it will, it shall hold no meaning
The mortal shall have their tantrums but time will have its way
Wake up and look at each painted shade or forever stay in blissful dreaming.
The beautiful day ends in beauty, behold this beautiful boon,
After its all done, shall you see the darkness of night or the light of the moon.
How shall I show this art to one blinded by the pessimistic veil,
which is of their own hand's weaving.
No amount of worldly pleasures can avail,
the soul trapped in flesh and bone which longs for leaving.
Why live just to breathe through it all, the months and the years,
Wind plays a symphony and all the trees dance, why cover our ears..
What shall give the humans salvation from the infecting thoughts infernal,
Something as simple as words shall serve their duty,
For all shall end in this world of soil and stones but words are eternal,
Words colourless, yet have colourful beauty.
For words written soundless, yet say lots,
and words spoken shapeless, yet shape thoughts.
It all shall end soon, don't look at the past in the torn pages,
Good or bad its a brief play,
Look ahead to the future's unpaid wages.
Restraining your mind shall prove most unfruitful, let it sway.
What a day it was, the hammerings of the anxious thoughts were an illusion,
Look at this sunset! What a beautiful conclusion!
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