At the end of day, I mark the sky,
A blaze of colors, low and high.
From golden hues to crimson red,
I signal time to rest your head.
I chase away the light of day,
And bring the night in my display.
Though fleeting, my beauty's grand,
A daily show across the land.
Mountains, oceans, and the plains,
All admire my fiery reign.
To name me right, think of the time,
When day departs in a vibrant rhyme.
Count my letters, six in all,
A clue to catch before nightfall.
A sight that leaves us all in awe,
Guess my name and hold your draw.
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