Sunset (Second Version)

The cheetah rested, there to stay, So statuesque and still... Just gently taking in the day... To mellow and to chill. Life isn't always running round, All frantic, to and fro... Sometimes it's settling on the ground Or simply walking slow. Sunset would soon be here once more... The daylight dimmed to black. The moonlight shining to restore The golden glow we lack... The cheetah watched the changing pace The cooling breeze must bring, Before each midnight from deep space God's stars start sparkle-ing... Staring skyward, the cheetah knew The future that must be... It doesn't matter what we do, Each sunset sets us free... Yes, some will sleep while others wake, Yet each lives for a time... Till something comes our lives to take... Yet life goes on sublime... Our children face the future fields And they will question why Another crop each grows and yields And never seems to die... Yet those that swim, fly, walk and run All perish soon enough, As if one task must yet be done - To fall in love with love... The cheetah rested patiently... Appointments he had none... He only felt tranquillity Beneath the gentle sun... The version of the poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Sunset'. Gayford poems on denis-martindale(dot) blogspot(dot) com