Poem - Just Is.

It should be a sin
to watch the sun set
and the moon rise.
As the sun lowers its head
and the moon rises with pride.
Somewhere in between there is beauty.

An illustrious beauty
hard to describe
Almost as beautiful as
the innocence of a child.
Watching the stars glisten
hearing the hustle and bustle
Of the city while they remain
calm and serene.
Its truly beautiful.

How a solid ball of rock
speaks so loudly and elegantly
How can one ball of fire light the heart and souls of millions.
How can something as beautiful as dusk and dawn be described.
It can't.
It just is.