The sun sets low, the fire glows,
It paints the sky in golden throes.
A burning farewell, fierce and bright,
Before it yields to silent night.

The clouds reflect its final breath,
A canvas lit before its death.
Yet even as it slips from sight,
It promises return with light.

For every dusk, a dawn must rise,
A flame reborn in waiting skies.
No end is true, no dark will stay,
The fire in the sky finds its way.