A pink haze creeps across the sky

Softly heralding the night

It fades to gray and then to blue

Then that, in turn, is gone too

But while the pink remains herein

It sets aglow lovers' skin

Birds and bats in silhouette

Starkly black while there yet

Persists a while, pink, orange, gold

Calling to mind the hymns of old

To not give praise would be quite odd

For it's the handiwork of God