The brilliant sun is bleeding
The sky is turning red
Rays of shimmering gold
Are woven in like thread
The sun has set again
Another day has past
Dark comes the night
Bright colors fading fast
The colors fall behind the horizon
And the darkness takes the sky
The velvety softness of the night
As the pale moon rises high
Then in the early hours
When the cycle begins anew
The golden sun of morning
Sparkles off the dew
