The sun dips low, a golden sphere,
Painting skies with hues so clear.
Waves of light in orange and red,
As day retires, to bed it’s led.

A gentle breeze whispers through,
As shadows grow and colors brew.
The horizon glows with a fiery lace,
Nature’s artwork, a tender grace.

Clouds drift by in a soft ballet,
Reflecting tones of the sun’s decay.
The world pauses, in awe of sight,
As day concedes to coming night.

Stars peep out, one by one,
As twilight deepens, the day is done.
A final hush, the sun’s farewell,
In sunset’s glow, our hearts swell.