In the quiet of the evening’s embrace,
Where day meets night in soft surrender,
The sun dips low with gentle grace,
Painting the sky in hues of splendor.

Whispers of orange and velvet red,
Dance across the heavens wide,
As dreams unfold where day has fled,
In twilight’s arms, the secrets hide.

The horizon burns with a fiery glow,
A canvas vast of color and light,
Where time seems still and moments flow,
Into the deep of approaching night.

As shadows grow and stars appear,
The sun bids farewell, a fleeting guest,
Leaving behind a promise clear,
Of dawn’s return and night’s gentle rest.