Serene, shiny, fresh, like pure river
Arrives the morning with hopes and lore
Blushes like a bride, golden all over
Blossoms the flowers, slips out of lair
Enhances the apple-green and olive of trees
Turns the aqua to turquoise in minutes
Colour of morning, the colour of joy
Pink and bright, treads with coy

Burnished yellow, advances the noon
Flurry of activity unlikely to subside soon
Fierce and angry, with dreadful temper
Paints the horizon in strokes of amber
Sometimes the mood is really funny
Heat is less with hues of honey
Colour of noon, hot and restless
Shows no mercy, bent on duress

Mischievous and wild, springs the evening
Erases the heat and refreshes the waning
Tosses orange and red with dusky gray
Casts the sky in blanket of coppery rays
A bloodstone here and a coral there
Shapes and patterns are present everywhere
Colour of evening, the shades of flame
Envelopes the mind, sets one aflame

Veiled in black, from head to toe
Creeping in the neighborhood with friend or foe
Cool and mysterious with liquid brown eyes
Allures the virtuous with heavy sighs
Trimmed with violet, playing seductive tune
Smoky indigo, that’s its dun
Colour of night, be it dark or with lights
Holds us captive in tentacles tight