Pink Skies

The most beautiful time of day, is the pink skies,

The ways the shades all create a new colour,

A natural phenomenon unlike any other.

The artist paints with colours and tries to copy this shade, tries,

The moon comes up and the sun dies.

The beauty of the world is the nature around, painted by our mother,

The hues merge together like two beautiful lovers,

I hope this pink sky is the last thing I see before I close my eyes.

The yellows of the day and the blues of the evening

Don’t compare to that shade of peachy-pink

The way it frames the evening moon and its scars,

As the sun sets and the night comes creeping

The colours change and the sky changes its ink,

Then the pink is gone and the navy blue frames the stars.