The sunset glows in the wide Western sky,
placed there by the Master from on high.
Reds and golds of various shades
are splashed in mounds of beauty
on his huge blue canvass.
I watch as sun sinks
over the edge
it will rise
from behind peaks
into Eastern sky.
Once again reds and golds
are brilliantly painted on
the clear sky with abandonment.
No mortal painter has access to
the magnificent colors of the Lord.