As the sun dips below the horizon’s line,
Golden hues dance upon the ocean’s crest.
Waves whisper secrets in a soft, salty rhyme,
And the day sighs gently, sinking into rest.

The sky, a canvas of crimson and gold,
Reflects its splendor in the water’s embrace.
Each ripple a story, ancient and old,
Mirroring the heavens in a delicate trace.

Birds sing their twilight songs, sweet and clear,
Echoing the colors that paint the sky.
The sea hums a lullaby to the ear,
As stars begin to twinkle and shyly sigh.

Night wraps the world in a velvet cloak,
But the sunset’s warmth lingers in the breeze.
A moment of peace, before darkness spoke,
A timeless dance of sunset and seas.