Gradient watercolor skies
Under embossed disguise

Sun's final farewell
Casting a golden spell

Over fields so bare
The last rays send a flare

So still, like a lullaby
Nothing but a cricket's cry

There's not one color I can't see
It's all enraptured in splendid harmony

From the magic I'm struck dumb
Gazing over nature's spectrum

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