When sun sets I will be a reclining bee in your decked petals, I'm Happy to be rest in peace for ever in soothing orange sunset, I will be witness the tired nightingale fly back to nests, Awaits for gazing stars enhancing the beauty of moon, Be My cloud so that I can enjoy the dawn of sunset & it's reflections in infinite ocean Every sunset has it's own story The sky turned out to be in different colour Every other day and change it's Theory Sometimes it's glory sometimes it's gloomy The brighter colourful sunsets reminds me Of good and vibrant memory While the darker gloomy cloudy sunsets reminds me Of bad and dreadful stories None of them remain constant