From Stephi’s Poem:
Sunlight escaped from the early morning fog
As the night sky disappeared with gentle grace.
Faint splatters of pink and orange hue
Softly bleeding into the vast blue space.
Miguel R’s Journal (pdf):
Sunset It’s easy, you imagine,
To present my brilliance.
I don’t shine or dance like
atoms and particles in quantum physics.
Do you admire my colors?
When you look at me I die,
manipulating galaxies, space, and time.