It was a long summer afternoon a crackling fire lit the yard the southern sun was setting while I strummed my old guitar
It was her way of moving to the music she captured the glowing cinders in her eyes she danced with the slightest sway in her hips and her heavenly body torched my skies
Looking up at the clouds so high Watching colors stretch across the sky As they combine and spread apart gracefully An ever-changing work of art slowly slips by
As the sun first wakes Golden hues are painted on the tips I’m struck by the beauty How lucky am I to be a witness
As the sun slowly dances across the sky The image changes as clouds come and go Feathery wisps of cotton stretch out While others appear as the atomic bomb exploded
As the sun reaches the western horizon The colors of the rainbow come back for a second act Purple, pink, red, and orange are coated in layers Until the colors slowly fade to black