In the quiet of the waning light,
Shadows stretch and softly sigh,
A gentle call to endless night,
Where stars in silence lie.
As petals fall from weary bloom,
The clock’s soft tick fades away,
Wrapped in the velvet of the gloom,
The world begins to sway.
Memories drift like autumn leaves,
Carried on a gentle breeze,
Whispers of what the heart believes,
In the solace of the trees.
Embrace the peace of twilight’s grace,
Let go of fears and sorrows,
For in the gentle night’s embrace,
There dawns a new tomorrow.