See You Soon

Like a painting. Almost the same thing, Except not so flat. And more than that- Blooming effortlessly. As if by destiny. But its true fate, Is for its beauty to abate. That is what happens to an eclipse. After a moment, time will elapse. Colors that move on. Feels like waking up at dawn. This afternoon, Is not full of doom. Just a moment of shade. Harkening a halo of jade. Thank you sun, thank you moon. We hope to see another show soon!