In the gentle dawn, a brush of light,
Colors awaken from the night,
A soft pastel, a whispered hue,
The world reborn in morning’s view.
The vibrant pulse of midday sun,
A canvas vast, where dreams are spun,
Bold and bright, the hues collide,
In every shadow, colors hide.
As twilight falls, the sky ablaze,
A symphony of tones in haze,
Crimson, gold, a fleeting grace,
The day retreats in warm embrace.
In nightâs embrace, a velvet cloak,
Stars like diamonds softly spoke,
Colors rest, yet still they weave,
In dreams and hearts, they never leave.