The gentle dawn moves to the graceful dusk, A gratifying flight.
A pink of a cloud tinting a fiery red,
A vibrant flight.
Shadows fading away into dainty gait
A luring flight.
The shy bud turning into this delightful bloom
A passionate flight.
The rain swinging with the rainbow,
A mirthful flight.
Flight it is, bounties and moments,
Magic or morose,
Rise or roar.
