Sunset

At twilight hour the sun lays down to rest
    And breathes a colorful relaxing sigh.
He thus emits a palate to the west
    As orange atmosphere consumes the sky.
The clouds give up there hues of white and grey
    And turn a charming pink.
A velvet lining adds to their array
    As daylight further sinks.
Producing so surreal a light
The sun, descending out of sight,
    At last recedes
    And then concedes
To the night.