Up came the sunshine richly golden,
Until the afternoon of deep orange,
When fragrant blooms had their way!
Richly golden to deep orange, then-
Burgundy down.
Burgundy down.
After that all day color light show!
For during every hour nature awaits,
The loving hand of the Master of Fates!
He guides bluejays and paints blooms,
And He visits all the prayerful rooms.
In the afternoon of the deep orange,
Butterflies went fluttering all pink;
And the honeybees were buzzing busily,
Before black velvet night was falling!
Birds sang the sunrise richly golden,
And all lavish nature hummed with life,
Until the hour of diminished sound,
Burgundy down.
Your choice of colours to describe the mesmerizing sun rise and sunset is always full if hope and an artistic imaginative creativity. Your really paint beauty with words. Thumbs up.
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A beautiful poem that shows the loving hand of the Master of Fates. The wonders of Nature. Beautifully crafted with great imagery.