At the edge of the world, the sun descends,
Painting the sky with hues of gold,
A gentle farewell as the day transcends,
Into whispers of dreams untold.

Shadows stretch across the land,
As the horizon glows with fiery grace,
The sea embraces the sun’s warm hand,
In a tender, lingering embrace.

The clouds dance in a crimson ballet,
As night patiently waits its turn,
Stars peek through the fading day,
While the sky continues to burn.

In this serene, fleeting hour,
Where silence speaks and hearts find rest,
The sunset’s gentle, soothing power,
Leaves a promise of peace, unexpressed.