The angels pass
in a fleeting moment.

Blue-robed Day
and yellow-robed Dawn
dance time away
as white light
ticks like a clock,
controlling routine
as black-robed Night
sends greeting
and white light
sends farewell.

Disappearing under
the bridge of green,
those angels
dance time away
into a world
of only
the rising and setting
of white-robed Sun.

Shimmering, bright, and gleaming-
their figures spin
like a color wheel,
hazy and clear
as a mural,
revolving like wind
under the wings
of white-robed Sun.

I know personification isn't everyone's thing, but that is the idea...