Painting the Sky

With brushes dipped in dawn’s first light,

We paint the sky in hues of fire,

Soft pinks and golds blend pure delight,

In a canvas of our own desire.

Each stroke is whispered by the breeze,

As colors swirl and merge with grace,

The clouds become our masterpieces,

A fleeting art in endless space.

Sunrise spills its golden hue,

While shadows dance, as day breaks through,

In every shade, our dreams reside.

At twilight, we revive the scene,

With purples deep and blues serene,

A masterpiece of night’s unseen.