The sun sets on the bay in peace
Away from where the waters roil;
The gulf is awesome, frightening,
But here, the watcher hides away from toil
I find a pattern in these words:
Tetrameter, that gives its way
At last, to one pentameter –
That final heartbeat of descending day
That was like very delicate key strokes on a fine piano. Soothing…nice.
Thank you.
Sunsets are always beautifulā¤