Every sun rise,

The sky is painted with shades of orange and red.

The world is about to burst with life,

And creatures will wake from their bed.

Dawn will signal new life,

And colors from it will shred.

Every sun set,

The sky again bursts with shades of yellow and pink.

The world is about to slumber,

And creatures sleep through the ink.

Dusk will signal end of life,

And colors from it will disappear in a blink.