In the dawn of the waking sky,
Hues of gold and crimson fly,
Whispering tales of the night’s retreat,
As day and dreams gently meet.

Under the noon’s blazing gaze,
Blues and whites in dazzling arrays,
A canvas vast of cloud and light,
Painting the world in bold delight.

Evening descends in a gentle embrace,
With purples and pinks in a tender chase,
The sun bids farewell with an amber glow,
Leaving traces of warmth in the twilight’s flow.

Night falls with a velvet cloak,
Stars twinkle with secrets unspoke,
In the silence, the colors rest,
Awaiting the dawn’s vibrant quest.