Patron of the Arts
Dusk mourns the death of Sol, with scarlet tears:
as a crimson sun slowly disappears.
And Luna rises in a starlit sky,
while Venus and Mars bid daylight goodbye.
Nature's a muse and patron of the arts;
whose natural talent touches our hearts.
Sunrise morphs into a phenomenon
as pastel pigments paint the birth of Dawn.
Fringed by vivid strokes of a purple hue,
cotton candy pink smears robin egg blue.
And sunrise gilds clouds, with a golden tint;
as darkness fades, like yesterday's footprint.
Ebony, paying homage to His light:
Sol frees colors imprisoned by the Night.
And Dawn morphs into a kaleidoscope,
confettied with all the colors of hope.
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