The sun has set in clouds asunder
The moon regrets to rise from slumber
And the peak’s a shade of umber
I will never soon forget.
Golden eagles swoop and soar
High above the valley floor
Rising upwards more and more
Far beyond the treetop's net
Reds and yellows cross the skies
And seem to dance before my eyes
Above the birds with trilling cries
Who themselves these skies have met.
The final beams of brilliant light
That come before the starry night
Color clouds like children’s kites
And now at last the sun has set