1 December 2012
(Sunset Orange)
A weary day, My eyes are heavy, My nose is cold And the sky is grey...
As I snake my way Through the traffic, The headlights now shining, The darkness is on it's way.
An opening, A clearing of red brake lights, And now I see just road ahead,
With houses - and hills! How I love nearing home, Those beautiful hills Where I love to roam.
And as I approach From the top of the hill, There they are in resplendent beauty...
And the low evening sun, Takes my breath now, I come all undone, Sunset Orange, with it's ethereal glow.
The Beautiful Hills Of Home • Opuss № I