There's a magic power at the sunset hour. I feel the calm in my soul as I watch the sun going down. The trees, the river, the sea, the flowers are at peace; the seagulls look at the golden light, like statues in a garden, and a prayer, in the form of light, connects them to the Creator. I join them on their prayer thanking the Source for all the good things in my life, for all the beauty in the world, for all the love I feel inside. And that magic hour is, (I know it from my heart) the far memory of who I am.