The sun sets over the dewy field,

Sparkling. Striking. Vibrant.

Three words that describe these brief moments,

Three words that last a matter of minutes,

Three words that soon turn to nothing.

Fulfillness floods my body,

Something about the orange-yellow sky warms me,

The vibrancy intensifies, adding warmer tones,

The colors roared.

Darkness. Emptiness. Nothing.

All things great must come to an end,

Like a night sky following a sunset,

The sky has no more to give.

Burnout,

Eight hours until the next time,

The sun never misses a day.

Everyone strives to be a sun,

Repeating the same cycle every day,

Although some days we are not as vibrant,

We should all be like the sun.