An Irish Sunset

As I lay in the grass,
The blades brushing against my neck,
I stare at the sky; washed with
orange; splashed with pink.

As the sun dips slowly lower,
fading from my near-distant sight.
Giving the gift of colour to the sky,
and I blink once, and it's gone.

As I think of nature, love, and time,
I hear music, softly piercing my ears.
The pipes, and pan-flute, the beat of the bohdran and fiddle,
I let out a sigh of contentment, and close my eyes.

It's here, in Dublin, that I'm home.