An entry in the Crocodile Prize
As the Sun sets over Mount Kauka,
A magnificent ray of golden red splatters the horizon.
Before the night makes the world darker,
That ancient Sun is certain to rise again when it dawns.
Beautiful golden red, pink and purple,
Such are colours to behold.
But if a sunset has them all,
Now that is a moment untold.
Splendidly over the mountain tops,
Worn like a glorious crown.
Before it fades away as the Sun sets,
And never to be found.
But for Mount Kauka and the Sun they will remain,
As for the sunsets there will be so many more.
For the sky is their domain,
For all the eyes to see and adore.