Canvas Of Green
Bleeding behind a crimson-colored cloud,
a scarlet sun tints Dusk; cerise and pink.
And burgundy, entombs Sol like a shroud,
while a dying sun slowly starts to sink
into an abyss of ebony ink:
and the last vestiges of daylight shrink.
Luna, donning a gilded golden crown,
ascends into a vast, star-studded sky.
And diamonds and rubies adorn Her gown
when Mercury, Mars, and Venus rise: high
above the flashing lights of a firefly,
and the shifting shadows scurrying by.
Dawn spills color, inking black-sable skies;
vermillion, purple, indigo, and blue.
And like molten gold, Sol begins to rise;
reflecting pastel shades of every hue
into crystal droplets of morning dew:
while once more, a brand-new day starts anew.
And spun spider webs add a silver sheen:
beautifying Nature's canvas of green.
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