SUNSET.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVII, Issue 20520, 22 March 1930, Page 4 (Supplement)

SUNSET.

By ETHEL M. BAKER. Bethlehem. * Tauranga (age 12). Sucli a beautiful sunset I saw recently. As the sun sank Jower behind the fernclad hills they seemed to turn a misty purple. All the western sky was wreathed in softly shaded clouds. The sun seemed a ball of fire and as it dropped lower the clouds buincd from rosy pink to flaming orange and then to blushing crimson. Somewhere the moon rose. A solitary bird chirped in a distant pine and at intervals the cattle lowed.

Now the twilight came, and the sky seemed (o lose its rosy hue all at once though it semed full of wispy white and silver clouds and one by ono the stars came out. No longer did the river reflect the sparkling rays of sunlight or the birds sing merrily. The twilight deepened and the air grew cold and still. The weeping willows bent over the river and the aspens held their branches high. Save for the gentle breeze in the tree-tops and the distant lapping of the water, all was silent, the silence that falls with the shadows of eventide.