I just want you to admire me the same way as the sunset.

Admire my colours, gaze at my beauty.

I want you to look at me with the same spark in your eyes, the same excitement.

I wish you didn't get tired of me.

Why is it when the sky is flooded with grey, you still appreciate its glory, yet when it's a wave of depression or detriment, you discard me.

You became disgusted by my presence.

I suppose nature always overrules mankind.