When He paints the sky gold,
with vivid colors,
bright and bold!

Slowly disappears the color blue,
Inspiring, yet enigmatic
without a clue!

And the sun prepares to dive
Soon to return,
extant and alive

It shapes the vista, as a silhouette
On a journey,
to make it perfect!

Brilliantly red and orange, conquer the sky
Whilst the blues and violets
temporarily die!

On the solid, oak branch
awaits the mother bird
for her baby to hatch!

Wishing, slowly these nights fade away
Gifting us again
a bright blue day!