Sunset – like a season,
it comes and goes.
Whether we like it or not.
Sometimes beautiful,
sometimes dark,
sometimes mediocre,
never empty.

Seasons pass like a breeze,
a breath of life.
Will I choose to enjoy
The warmth of autumn?
The chill of summer?
The desolation of spring?
Or the rebirth of winter?

The sun will rise,
life will continue.
I will learn and grow.
Teach me to keep going.

- Alicia LaJoie