The sky is an ever changing canvas

Each brush of a cloud

crafted by the strokes of the universe

Something this beautiful

Could never be man made

It is a natural phenomenon

A marvel that we get to witness

In process at any moment

Never finished, an everlasting painting

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(Here is a bonus stanza that I didn’t feel like fit with the others:

A fox chasing the ball of light

Streaking his aubu...

The sun kisses the horizon

Whispering its last goodbyes

Slowly slipping away

Bringing all warmth with it

Lighting up with its brilliant colors

Clouds drifting in and out

Casting its final warm glow it sunk away

Allowing for the moon to rise

A shimmering light cast upon land

a greeting from the moon

Stars now sparkling above

The moon hugging the clouds

floating above

Signaling the end of the ...

warmth, evoking the sensation of freshly baked cakes being broken in half by hand. As the gentle heat releases, it's like the sweet aroma of warm bread wafting through the air, inviting you to share the tender moment with someone else, as you hand them the other half, savoring the warmth and scent together...

Sol, Bright burning embers aglow

Sweet honeydew

Bold beginnings do end, so persist, enraged engulfed.

Defend with bright silence....

"I want to stay here forever," I said. Rimcrest is the best viewpoint for a perfect sunset, especially in the winter. After endless days of rain, the clouds finally separate and the sun reveals magnificence in front of my eyes. As the tiny sun slowly sank, I took pictures of the scenery I would never forget. Along the horizon, bright clouds floated in the breathtaking atmosphere. Above, the shiny ...

Shimmering haze lines flowing fading into darkness

Heat rays dissipated into light to dark

The horizon shines day to dark night

Fading away behind clouds...

Its warm and bright, emotional yet happy. A sunset looks like happiness. Calmness. Its like biting into fresh fruit and laying in freshly cut grass. Its warm and comforting, strong yet soft. The end of the day, the start of the night. A blend of day and night, when its calm and quiet. No one sleeping yet, but no one playing or working anymore. Calmness. Happiness....

Slipping behind the green mountain peaks

An ever changing display

A sight to be treasured, a memory to keep

Slowly fading away

Desert skies put on a dazzling finale

The cloudless sky is ablaze

Then the very last delicate sliver of sunshine

Gathers its golden rays

It shuts its eyes and nods to sleep

The moon comes out to play

And the stars waltz and tango and leap

As the early bird awaits ...

I sit on the beach looking out into the gentle ocean. The glow of the day slowly fades and a softness covers everything I can see, marshmallow clouds float through the sky. My toes sink into the cool sand and a gentle breeze flows through my hair. My eyes close and I breathe in the warm sea air, the waves gently lap and the sun sets on another day.

I wrap myself up in my sweater and smile, good...

It was as if the world was trying to tell me something, but I didn’t quite know how to listen. The falling of the sun always felt like coming home- like the peaceful quiet of a room with a humming ceiling fan, cool wooden floors, and the oscillating prism of changes outside. It didn’t matter where I was, or if home was a conceptual phenomenon or a discrete location. Or even an emotion. Regardless,...