The sun sets on my worries,
And steals all my failures.
It promises tomorrow,
A day to start anew.
It wishes me good night,
As it frees all its colors,
It kisses this world goodbye,
With shades red and blue.
I look on and watch it fall,
So gracefully behind the world,
As though an artist,
Has painted the sky.
I see the birds soar,
Watching the show from above,
Jealously wishing,
I could fly.
Will Cunningham 
Mikaela Brown 
Sophia Hunter