The sky burns with a crimson glow,
As twilight sets the world aglow.
The sun descends, an ember bright,
Embracing all in its departing light.

What does this crimson glow forebode?
Is it a warning from the Lord?
Or is it Nature telling us
To not betray its trust in us?

Perhaps it’s Nature showing us,
Its love and beauty, none surpass.
Its grandeur leaves us all in awe,
As we gaze at its crimson glow.

It leaves us pondering of Designer,
Who paints such beauty: none are finer;
And life on Earth would be so bleak
If not for His palette’s mystique.

                      Paul Pinkhasik, July 21, 2024

                      Photo by Marina Krasnogolov