As the sun lies down to rest,
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.