Burnt orange hovers above the veranda,
As doors open invitation wide.
Outlined by man’s industry forming,
Silhouetted on each side.
Horizon’s color melts onto
A peaceful shade of blue.
Where the canvas of the sky
Blends softness of each hue.
A furnace reflects upon the night sky,
Imploring us, please see my form.
An original, genuine, n’er repeated.
Its canopy making us warm.