Those Colors

“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.”