The sky ablaze with hues of gold,
As day gives way to night,
A silent song of stories told,
Beneath the fading light.

The sun descends, a fiery sphere,
Its warmth begins to wane,
The night, in shadows, drawing near,
As stars begin their reign.

On waves of crimson, dreams set sail,
Into the twilight’s embrace,
Where whispers of the dusk prevail,
And time slows its pace.

In this fleeting, tender moment,
The world finds peace anew,
As sunset’s glow, so eloquent,
Paints the heavens in every hue.