In the quiet of the waning sun,
Where shadows stretch to find their place,
A gentle fade begins its run,
Embracing time with tender grace.
Leaves descend in whispered sighs,
Falling softly to the earth,
Their colors blend as daylight dies,
In the cycle of rebirth.
Stars emerge in silent dance,
Guiding night with silver glow,
In their presence, dreams enhance,
As the world winds down below.
Yet in this fading, life renews,
A promise held in every breath,
For every dusk brings morning hues,
And life defies the touch of death.