The multiple colors blend in as one,
As they mask the disappearing sun.
Slowly I watch as it drifts away,
It's marking the end of another day.
While it fades it leaves a heavy glow,
As it performs a spectacular show.
The colors seem to paint the skies,
I gaze at the wonder before my eyes.
The painted canvas looks so bright,
As it leaves behind the amazing sight.
Below the horizon it begins to fade,
With the spectacular drama it has made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem