Red On the Sun

Late in the day, there was red on the sun, Shadows falling darkly, all over the world. The fragrant evening breezes wandered afar; And blooms swayed, awash in the tinted glow, Of the deep golden sun, very tinged in red. Clouds drifted away, bearing the joy of color; And trees stood still as sentries of the night. Cardinal sang a tune, And rubies flashed fire! The evening was warm, and redness chased day; And blue skies then, but memory of a morning. The fireflies were wandering, red on the rose; And radiance of moonlight, arrived quite soon. Mars was at the horizon, a scarlet sun shining. The clock was slowly ticking, beauty abounding! Such music on the wind, and rapture in the trees- The world was at the sunset, awaiting blackness!