The sun is richly reddening, upon the lavender skies,
And shadows are deepening, readying night's disguise.
The dinner bell is ringing, calling for me to come in,
Like the end of a play, as tossing of flowers begins!
Then skies turn fire orange, in moments of huge change,
And stars go twinkling, on spatial avenues so strange.
Robins peep from knotholes, preparing for their rest,
And daffodil fields waft scents, by splendor possessed!
Beautiful gold purple sky
Mirroring a Monet painting
Rain clouds dotting the sky
Streaks of lightning highlight the clouds
A storm is fast approaching
Beautiful gold purple sky
Looks like a work of art
Appears to close out the day
Winds pick up causing the wind chimes to play
......
The sun is richly reddening, upon the lavender skies,
And shadows are deepening, readying night's disguise.
The dinner bell is ringing, calling for me to come in,
Like the end of a play, as tossing of flowers begins!
Then skies turn fire orange, in moments of huge change,
And stars go twinkling, on spatial avenues so strange.
Robins peep from knotholes, preparing for their rest,
And daffodil fields waft scents, by splendor possessed!
Beautiful gold purple sky
Mirroring a Monet painting
Rain clouds dotting the sky
Streaks of lightning highlight the clouds
A storm is fast approaching
Beautiful gold purple sky
Looks like a work of art
Appears to close out the day
Winds pick up causing the wind chimes to play
......