I watch the hues
Full of pinks, orange, and fervor
Set behind
the man-made mountain
So quick, so easy
It was for it to disappear

As I turn around,
the widowed moon
Rising from her sleep
Shades of rose and white
Reflecting off of her presence

Wise in the ways
of comfort and compassion
She brings light to the tears
Of the people
Also left in the dark