As the sun dips low, the sky ignites,
A canvas painted with hues so bright,
Orange and pink, purple and blue,
A masterpiece in the twilightâs view.
Shadows grow long, stretching wide,
As the day surrenders, the night takes pride,
Stars begin their silent glow,
In the fading light, our spirits grow.
Whispering winds carry the day’s last breath,
A gentle embrace, a tender caress,
The world pauses in this fleeting grace,
Finding peace in the sunsetâs face.
Tomorrow waits beyond the horizonâs line,
A promise of new dawns, so divine,
But in this moment, we stand still,
Enchanted by the sunsetâs tranquil thrill.