For my American Literature class, I was given the assignment of writing prose about the sunset.
Prose, by definition according to the Marriam-Webster Dictionary, is:
a literary medium distinguished from poetry especially by its greater irregularity and variety of rhythm and its closer correspondence to the patterns of everyday speech.
It can also include prose poetry and a variety of other different forms. After some consideration, I eventually settled on this one. For a bonus, I decided to draw a picture to illustrate the prose which is featured above.
Farewell, Dear Sun, ‘Til Morning Dawns
by Munchkin
Twas nigh ‘til six when in the west I notice a light so beautiful it takes the breath from my chest.
Though far away, close does it seem, for its warmth appears to wrap around me like a cloak in the chill of the morn.
Minutes pass by, slowly it seems, as I look upon its hues of extraordinary colors.
Red, like rubies;
yellow, like pure gold flakes;
pink, like beryl;
violet, like amethysts;
and blue, like sapphires,
are what catch my gaze on yonder mountain where one would glimpse these marvelous colors wrapped around the setting sun,
which on its own accord is beauty enough to set a sight for eyes, such as mine, weakened by the hard day’s work.
But alas, the moment disappears as quickly as it appeared and the sun vanishes below the mountains.
Its colors fade into a blue nigh to black, the stars appear, and the moon’s white, glowing form presently follows.
So as I saunter into my house to rest, I stop, look back to the cold horizon, and say,
“I bid you farewell, dear sun, ‘til morning dawns.”
