The evening sun slowly descends
But not in a quiet way.
It drops in colors
Bold and proud,

Heralding the end of it’s day.
Not one bit shy or quiet,
It proclaims it’s joy out loud
And even after it dips out of sight

The afterglow’s a riot.
Streaks of colors moving together then apart
Ribbons of dancing light.
The sun still celebrating the day

Colors blending, synchronistic works of art.
Dancing Sky.
Every night, a masterpiece
Presented for the human eye.