Natural Poetic Flow of the Universe

Morning shines solar gold in the freshness of the dawn... Noon, the sun at its high, caressing the landscape with igneous joy... The evening melancholy brownish red creates an impasse between nostalgia and the beauty... Then night shading enables the sun hide in an alcove unrevealed of the heavenly mystery... No laments are heard, no tiredness... The sleepless night receives all phenomena in its arms conceding time to remake its flows...