The sun descends, a fiery ball,
Painting the sky with hues so tall.
As daylight fades, the night does call,
We ponder life’s vast, endless hall.

Each sunset whispers secrets old,
Of dreams once chased, of stories told.
In twilight’s grasp, we find our hold,
On memories, both bright and bold.

The horizon blurs, a gentle blend,
Of past and present, curves that bend.
In every dusk, we find a friend,
In every end, a new begin.

So, as the sun dips out of sight,
We cherish moments, pure delight.
For in each sunset’s fleeting light,
We find the threads of life so bright.