O painted twilight sky,

How old you must be

Seeing the world in infancy.

To watch it grow,

From first birth howl

Through toddling years.

Exploring new wonders

Adolescence burst forth.

Expanding our girth,

From molten seas

To frozen ice ages.

From towering dinosaurs

To grasping humans

O painted twilight sky,

What questions I could ask

Of just your daily tasks.

You are completely free

Of constraints and society.

Alone on a palette you stand,

Nightly creating a new brand.

I hunger for your knowledge

But without any grudge.

You have seen the darkness

As well as the brightness.

What is your advice, o timely sage,

To see us through this new age?