I watch with wondering eyes,
As I witness God's paintbrush,
Creating, for me, a surprise.
The beauty of the sunset,
The wonder I behold,
The magic of the fluffy clouds
Being tinted gold.
And as I hear my mother call,
Her voice breaking the peace,
I know, regretfully, at last,
This wondrous sight shall cease.
But also, in my heart, I know
That come tomorrow night,
The miracle I saw this day,
Will return, still ever bright.