Vishal Dutia

Chasing the sunset up across the hill

Chasing the sunset up across the hill,
My heart races as the colors spill,
Golden hues and oranges so bright,
Make for a picturesque sight.

The wind carries whispers of the night,
As the sun takes its final flight,
Perched atop the hill so steep,
The world below falls into a peaceful sleep.

With each step, the view expands,
I can feel my worries and fears disband,
The sun bids goodbye to another day,
Leaving behind a trail of joy and play.

As the light fades into dark,
And the evening settles in stark,
The memory etched in my mind,
Of chasing the sunset, one of a kind.

© VishalDutia