Glorious Day

Day begins in a glorious fashion, beckoning the songs of birds and, with its dawn of existence, sings vibrantly in hues the darkness of night could not envision. 

As the course of day continues, the sky remains lit, and occasionally a gust of wind cuts in and dances with the trees.

When the day is to come to a close, the sun begins its descent much quieter.  It winds down the day, gently whispering color into the nearly nonexistent clouds resting in the canopy of sky.  The clouds, fearing being lost in the darkness of night, respond by singing back to the falling day in a more vibrant fashion, reminiscent of the morn.  The song is short-lived, however, and the day quickly lays to rest beneath a jagged horizon.