There, before me,
Is a sight most will never see.
A brilliant sunset stood right in front of me,
The reds were so deep they burned the tree.
The colors bursting all around,
Flaring up like flames,
But never making a sound.
I watched the sun set completely;
As the darkness crept in,
It all ended so quickly.
If you saw it you would certainly agree,
The sun had set an illusion
Of a burning tree.
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