“Why does the sunset so unique each
time?
The colors combined in dazzling ways.
Yet why so unique?
Are they painted in the sky by some
unknown force?
As it disappears in the sky, I am left
wondering why.
The moon comes out and takes its place
as the sky grows dark.
Replacing the sun’s beauty.
But all things beautiful must end
someday.
Starting anew another day.
As the night goes on, I find myself
wishing to see those colors.
As dawn approaches, I feel a thrill
pass through me,
Knowing I will see a new painting in
the morning sky.”
