When the deep, and solitary dark of the night,
Begins to ebb, and slowly give way to the light,
Natures rarest colors for one hour glisten bright,
All 'cept gold, for it is hardest for nature to hold.
The hot pinks, and bright reds of a dazzling hue,
Meshed with yellow, form a lovely color, 'tis true,
Yet still, even that amazing color faceted through,
Can't begin to hold a candle, to a second of gold.
