The horizon blazes with a golden hue,
As day bids farewell to the sky,
Shadows stretch long, as if they knew,
The time has come to say goodbye.

A whispering breeze carries the scent,
Of salty waves and sandy shores,
The sun descends, its light is spent,
Leaving a world that gently snores.

Colors blend in a final dance,
Reds and purples, oranges bright,
Nature sighs, lost in a trance,
As day slowly turns to night.

In the twilight, stars appear,
Guiding dreams through the dark,
The sunset’s whisper, soft and clear,
Leaves its mark, a glowing spark.