Sunset’s Palette Changing
“But, Daddy, why?” she begged.
Why
Do my white tulips close at night?
Why
Must the burnt-orange wind hassle the green tree?
Why
Seems the night comes clenched in the raven’s talons?
Why
Must the golden mountain turn dark as it touches the black sky?”
A father can only smile…
“It is Nature’s coloring book, my darling.”
Children often ask interesting and challenging questions. A prosetry interlude for such matters.