As the light starts to fade,
Luna does shows her gentle face,
The red above in sky made,
With no shade ,out of place.
The mist rolls in over land,
All detail is lost without trace,
Dampness of air on your hand,
As the mist, gathers more pace.
The colours seen way up high,
With luna looking down from space,
Mist does cover land to sky,
With this beauty, make my case.