The beauty of a radiant Sun as it sets against the sky above,
A slow shift as the rays of light fade into a still darkness,
As stars emerge as tiny white dots gleaming from a sea of black,
And the peace from the airplanes as they glide through the sky; their lights confused as stars,
Being above, or being below, a tiny toy, an ant crawling the concrete roads, the grassy floors, the watery pools,
And hiding underneath the miniature houses, little figures are we.
And magic, and spark, and delights that dazzle me to my core in this blurry dream.