Aussie Sunset

A nice old Aussie sunset,

They said it would be pretty,

All I saw is nothing but a threat,

Running away from the busy city. 

After a catastrophe,

The sunset was calming, 

Sitting under the canopy,

Away from all the bombing.

The crashing of the waves,

I wondered how old they are,

They ended up at their graves,

The sun was shining like a huge star.

The lava-orange and red sky,

The perfect clouds that floated by,

I sat there and let out a cry,

But I stopped crying and it was soon dry.

A nice Aussie sunset,

They said it would be pretty,

My feet were wet,

It would soon die like the forbidden city.