Painting in the SKY

Humid as the day goes by,
And Earth’s painting in the sky.
With seas of orange as birds fly,
And purple roof to top it off,
It’s a sight that’ll make you cough.
Is the wind so soft near night,
As palm trees sway in dusk light.
Never dull or lame or shy,
Sequin seas reflect the light.
Universe right here at home,
Night still sleeping in his tomb.
Slowly he sees Earth’s light,
Easy goes into the night,
To Earth’s painting in the sky.