It was evening when I made a plan,
To paint something with brush in hand.
Fighting off my lazy eyes,
I set it all to paint the sky.
The clouds were red, the sky was gold,
The sunset’s beauty, a sight to behold.
I grabbed my canvas, paints, and gear,
Squinted at the sun that blazed so near.
With yellows, reds, and an orange glow,
I dipped my brush and let it flow.
The sun above the sea was bright,
I painted fast with all my might.
I looked back up, the sky had changed,
The colors now were rearranged.
A purple hue with a hint of blue,
So on my canvas, that went too.
I stroked and blended, deep in thought,
The cool night air was all I caught.
A darker sky with stars so light,
More blacks and blues to match the night.
At last, I stopped to lift my art,
Proud of the work I’d played my part.
But there it was, a blackened square!
No sunset left, just empty air!
I looked again, the sun had fled,
And all I’d painted was night instead.
A masterpiece I thought I’d done,
But forgot to pause the setting sun!