Hot pink waves on breathless air That stun our vision and senses. Crimson, violet and purple hues Seeping deep into blue black velvet. The sky is a palette, an artistic treasure When the sun bids goodnight "it`s been my pleasure" She hands the reins over to diamands, majestic. They sparkle, with colours electric. Moonlight rays, all peaceful and silent As nothing stirs in the ink black night. Till morning breathes again with shafts of sunlight. The sky so beautiful, A visual transition It works hard to bring us Nocturnal treasures.