burn

Do you see it burning?
I do.
It's slowly dimming away into the denseness of the trees. It seems almost to regret it's departure, even though it's done it for trillions of days, and left behind trillions of nights.
The melancholic steps with which it slowly fades is one of lament almost. And you can see it, and from this, feel it.
As if it were asking you, dont you feel sorry to see me leave too?

Nature states it so beautifully bold.

I guess the wonderful thing about overthinking things and being an 'artist' is being able to see One thing in so many different perspectives and find beauty in even the most disheartening one.