We couldn’t contain the sunsets, or
The sunsets were lost on us
So stranded were we in our personal tragedies
We didn’t stop to let beauty matter
Grudging and thin, we wanted
Our place in the hierarchy
The artificial world we created
Inside of nature, unnaturally warped
By being a consumer, by exploiting others
We didn’t have the time, or
The sensitivity, to let the light in
The swirling colors, they
Existed outside of our ambition
Our pressure to be respect-worthy
We weren’t artists, we were just people
Trying to be normal all the while.
Wuji Seshat 
Nice thought, great sunset.. 😉
Yes I try to write beautiful things, while being an outlet for my own emotions.
Keep it up. I might not be sane today but for the outlet of poetry. 😉