"The Sunset Is Not Beautiful"

The Sunset is Not Beautiful The sunset is not beautiful, It is far too intimidating. It is far too tall, and long, vast... It silently taunts me As I sit here contemplating My own mortality, and Although it will eventually quench, It will be return tomorrow, …and I might not… and so this terrifying transience leaves me little but love and sorrow for us, Us, with our lives so rare Yet so frustratingly normal, Are expected to waste The time we have won In disgustingly mundane, banal practices, like the great trees in the green forest, that only grow.