During the Sunset

The sun sets in the west and paints the mountains with many colors. As soon as the color reaches the mountains the angels appear, under the rainbow sky. They ride on their beautiful stallions to the west, to chase the sun. As the first stars appear they wish with every breath that they will make it to the sun. The whistling winds race past them, as they grow weary. As soon as the sun disappears behind the mountain, they are nowhere to be seen. For they rest on mounds, thorns, meadows and flowers. Some have lost their stallions as they traveled, so they walk. Some have lost their way, and some have joined them. No one knows where thy came from or where they’re going, or what they want. As soon as the sun rises and the lights touch the mountain they appear once more to follow the sun. As the stars and moon go to sleep and the sun wakens to light the world. But as soon as the rosy color has faded from the mountain once again they go and rest for the day, and watch the sun. But where ever they go they bless those around them. They have fought in all the good wars but are not what you and me would call wars. Some people call them the sun chasers, others light racers, others the rose walkers for they walk the earth when the sun paints the mountains a rosy color, and others angles of the earth. As for me I have no name for them. So in the end I will never know if they make it or not, but they bless those around them as they go.