I love to watch the day
Evolve gently into night;
To see the final fires
As Earth slowly turns her face
From sun to moon.
Somewhere else it is dawn.
But here, orange brilliance flares,
Mingling effortlessly with inviting blues,
The paintbrush stroke of purple clouds,
The black of winter trees.
We can lament too soon too soon
This beauty passes,
Or rejoice as does the sky
On meeting stars:
Not shy of its promise to return with
Dawning gold,
It shines its full, glorious majesty,
Inspiring a world.
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