No color to paint the hue I see
The rays proudly bursting before me
Splashing largely all things it touches
With golden specks and dazzling blotches.
The gloomy sky never looked so bright
Undeniably clear in my sight.
The horizon turning one with us
Gradually taking us in its vast.
Lace, sprinkles of lavender, and silk
Roses with its petals, all are sleek.
The hue's blinding, all it makes me see
Are wonderful things, all things fancy.