It’s ravishing isn’t it The word beautiful is dull in comparison This majesticness of a summer’s dusk, Can you not feel it? How the distant hills line with the ocean of the sky Which is not a screaming blue but a quiet pink As the layers of some hard candy, Though itself is much softer to the eyes It echoes a silence in my heart that drowns my recent unrest, For in these times nature still prevails To remind us once more of what it means to be alive....