Setting Sun

A strange feeling took over me
As I opened my eyes
I watched and stared
The warmth on grass lies.

I touched it to my fingertip
What wondrous feeling!
I sighed and gazed at the sky
I watched the sun bleeding.

Upon an old log beside me
Stood a young crow
Watching the sun setting
Eyes shining with things it knows.

So enraptured it was!
That it took flight
And spread its wings wide
Straight into the fading light.

I only wish that I had wings
So that I too may take to the sky
To see that crimson sun so close
Toward the coming night I fly.