Lying on the grass, she whispers softly into his ear
Have you ever actually watched the clouds pass during a sunset?
They start to cover up a vivid painting we call, the sky.
Slowly and with care they wisk along the sky blocking
those who wish to see the many colors of the sunset
Then there's a time when no clouds pass and all you see is sky
For a swift but beautiful moment you can see not a sky but a painting.
The red taking up most of the paper has a almost soft brush motion against the smooth canvas.
The pink rubbing in on spots of the red and brightening up dark spots
The blue frozen in time, awaiting for the stars and moon
The spattered spots of purple add a soft side to a the sky, that makes it exquisite
Down the page some more you see a blob of a mix of a murky yellows and a soft orange's making its way out of the page as the sun leaves for a rest.
As it's slowly leaving its rays of yellow come out at you waving goodbye and goes to its resting place till it is woken for its morning job
Have you ever actually watched the clouds pass during a sunrise.