From East to West,
day after day
both performing, sharing
as the sun travels,
dances it’s way
to the other side of the Earth.
The West performs its last number.
The East applauds with darkness.
The clouds smoke the sky
with footprints of the day passed.
Painting a sunset
with the same colors.
No sunset is the same,
whether city lights or darkened trees
He paints many sunsets