The Mystery of Golden Clouds

The Sun sank slowly

Into his western abode,

Seeking his bed to rest,

Evening is still and shining,

Night, Spreading its wide

Dark wings is descending

Over the Earth;

Lo! Behold, a cluster of clouds

At far-end of the western sky,

Glowing with golden tints;

Did the Sun leave all his wealth

Of radiance in these golden clouds

With his parting kiss?

I wonder, savouring

The glowing golden clouds.