The setting sun,
Making a rainbow sky,
Falling onto the water,
Reflections catch my eye.

A small town,
Chapel rising tall,
Walking to the sound,
Of the church bells as they call.

From burnt sienna to fiery red
Orange to marmalade haze,
Teal to aqua blue,
then violet to finish the maze.

The shadows of the steeple,
Hit the colored water
As the sun sets.
This is as calm as the village ever gets.

Imagining the people,
Like ants in a hill,
Looking at the drifting sky,
Wondering things we never will.