Are they horses racing upon an infinite horizon,
Gods and goddesses thrusting lightning bolts towards one another,
Fishes jumping up high from a misty embrace,
Or just white and grey clouds rumbling through the evening sky?

Sunlight trails along the fluffy white giants, outlining the puffs in a golden mist.
Darker cloud fronts drifting away, sulking down into the shadows,
Silhouettes of distant hawks soar against the shades of blue that paint the sky.
The sun illuminates low hanging thinner clouds with a faint pink glow.

The fiery sun goddess bows nearly beneath the cloudy horizon,
Darkening the sky and setting the pink clouds dancing with the colour of flames.
Soon the blues are overwhelmed with darkness and the clouds fade with the sun.