Drawn In Crayon
Brisk breezes tickle the leaves on the trees
while a gnarly old oak tree creaks and heaves.
Silhouettes merge, as daylight disappears:
dewdrops glistening, like crystalline tears.
A mix of scarlet, saffron, and chiffon
color a setting sun, drawn in crayon.
Tangerine clouds, as thick as whipping cream,
float in the sky, like a fantasy dream.
A scarlet horizon tints the sky pink,
as shadows morph into pools of black ink.
Indigo flows to an ebony sea;
where twinkling stars shine like gold filigree.
And a pale moon rises, at Dusk's bequeath;
while Luna beams down on the Earth beneath.
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