why we like the sunsets?
the optimists say that
it's a thing of pessimists
for it goes dark, full black
which somehow depicts
lost hope and false promises

but what the optimists
don't know is how charming
the shade of night is;

the twinkling stars
in the sky
tell nothing but
hope never dies

the pretty moon
spraying light to the eye,
neither too harsh
nor too shy

the peaceful time
where the sleep is high
the mind is awake
the soul underlies

all we know is
hope never dies
a true optimist is the one
who's capable of finding positive light