Sunsets

Many people live for sun,

Many people live for rain,

Many people live for joy,

Others may live for pain.

 

Some people see the light,

Some people never take flight,

Some people will never see the stars,

Others may never find who they are.

 

Through the many discoveries,

Through the trees, the hills, the birds and the bees,

Through the night’s shiny, black seas,

Others may find pride in thee.

 

For there are many places to be,

For there any many people to see,

For there are many ways to agree,

Not one single person could deny

 

The accompanied feeling when colors range across the sky.

 
This poem is about: 
Our world

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