As the sun dips low on the horizon,Colors blend in a soft embrace,Whispers of the evening awaken,In the sky’s ever-changing face.

Golden hues dance with crimson flame,Painting dreams across the sea,The world pauses to admire,This fleeting, vibrant tapestry.

Shadows stretch and gently fade,Nightingales begin their song,The day’s warmth yields to cooler air,In twilight’s arms, where we belong.

Hope and peace in the fading light,Promises of a new dawn to come,The sunset sings its gentle lullaby,A quiet symphony softly strummed.