Have you ever fished in the sunset?
I did so many years ago
I remember it like it was yesterday
I can still hear the water flow

From: Fishing in the Sunset by Marilyn Lott

In the morning through the grass by Indy Kethdy

It was an April morning: fresh and clear
The Rivulet, delighting in its strength,
Ran with a young man’s speed; and yet the voice
Of waters which the winter had supplied
Was softened down into a vernal tone.
The spirit of enjoyment and desire

From: It Was An April Morning: Fresh And Clear by William Wordsworth

At the end of the pier I waited for you
The waters before me were so clear and blue,
But as I looked out on this wonderful view
I did cling to my love by a strand.

From: At The End Of The Pier by Andrew Blakemore

Moreton Island0394 by Michael Dawes

In the last few moments of the day
The lantern’s flame burn out
And the sun closes it’s eyes
As the moon awakes and takes over

From: A Lantern In The Sky by Sarah Bruun

I know that the day will come
when my sight of this earth shall be lost,
and life will take its leave in silence,
drawing the last curtain over my eyes.

Yet stars will watch at night,
and morning rise as before,
and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.

From: Last Curtain by Rabindranath Tagore

But when, like this moment
With waves calmly spread
Greeting the soul enraptured
With thy peaceful calm
Man thinks of the creator
And of the new day dawning

From: The Sea, The Gull, The Rising Sun by Madgery V. Gardner