I am lying in the sand gazing at the setting sun,

with all of its mighty colors.
Reds and oranges and pinks too,
a firework, the greatest firework.
Really, a firework is just mankind's attempt to make the
perfect man made sunset,
just like how they've taken everything else in nature that was
once beautiful and turned it into something superficial.
There are no more forests or rivers or anything.
All is gone.
They were foolish,
growing too quickly, and they were greedy too. Taking everything that belonged to nature, and changing it.
They were always taught as children,
that sunsets were the picture of beauty. But that is not true,
for there are many more things in nature that are more beautiful,
than a few colors spread across the sky.
No, sunsets are not perfect. But this one is, for
I am lying on the last beach.
Staring at the last sunset, and this makes it infinitely more beautiful.
But it is still not perfect.
In reality, there is no perfect anything. This has been my words of wisdom since childhood,
but yet, now as I stare at this last sunset, I doubt myself.
Even now, as I feel my life essence drifting away,
the oxygen leaving my gills,
I am gazing at the setting sun,
and smiling.