Unity Frames

"The Brook"
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret
by many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come, and men may go,
But I go on forever.
-BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

Nature is an invisible artist who paints with a brush and palette on the heavenly canvas. A couple of minutes before the darkness: the stormy sky greets the Night with a fiery embrace!
I have never before witnessed a sky as lit as this one.
To me, it looked as if a nuclear bomb has exploded in sky, causing these mushroom clouds in the atmosphere.