THE LIGHT THAT I SEE

With the rising and falling sun.

That only happens at dusk and dawn.

We see a sky so beautiful and bright.

A sky that is never seen at night.

We see mountains in the color, of crimson.

A crimson so dark, but light.

A light that makes time rewind and stop.

With this time stop

Take a chance,

And have a glance,

At  this beautiful rays of light.

That, 

we only see twice every morning and night.

The Poet