A Painted Sky


A painted sky, a watchful eye scans across the land,
For one last look at all the works created by His hand.

The shadows of the evening, a calm majestic sigh,
Reflect His satisfaction as daylight waves goodbye.

He comes back for an encore before He brings the night,
Each time unique new patterns displayed in brilliant light.

He gently tucks the evening in as all creation yawns,
As He remains awake to plan the colors of the dawn.

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