As the dark night sky fades,
Splashes of red and orange,
Tear through it,
As if they were paint to paper.
The mountains and trees,
Are no longer bleak,
And dark,
Couples who have been walking,
In the midst of the splendor,
Disappear into the distance,
And leave the beach,
As it once was,
Peaceful and clean,
With only the singing of birds,
And the crashing of waves,
To disturb the rising sun,
And the sunset colours.