City Sunset
By Brandon Palzkill
Beyond the window, through the glass,
I watch the golden sun go down.
It sinks below the endless ground
as darkness spreads across the grass.
The nighttime adds a touch of class
as lights ignite the busy town,
beyond the window, through the glass,
I watch the golden sun go down.
And there, a strolling lad and lass;
she, in her resplendent gown,
he, in trousers, neat and brown;
lost to shadow, once they pass;
beyond the window, through the glass.
