The sun slowly fades in the western sky,
The sky so blue, the mood so high;
The reddish clouds with orange tinge;
Are burning, sinking on the fading fringe.
And in the reddish, dying light,
The day now passing from day to night;
Amidst the air of passing hue,
The artist paints his picture true.
Of all the work and pain and tears,
The laborer, the management fears;
A miracle of time is scene,
As they turn their hearts and eyes to mean.
So on the journey of going home,
No more to travel no more to roam;
The mystery of life appears,
The day gone by now eternal years.
The stars now rising in the heaven
To sit for there for hours of eleven;
Until the new horizon comes,
The song of new and endless sums.
It matter not what passeth by,
The world has gone away to ally;
Bit in the new returning earth,
The Christ has come, we have our birth.
Signed,
Let’s make it all possible