As the sun dips low, painting skies with fire,
Life whispers softly in hues of twilight’s choir.
Each day a canvas, each moment a brush,
In the golden hour, dreams and hopes rush.
Shadows grow long, embracing the light,
A dance of existence, tender and bright.
The horizon blends, where earth meets sky,<
In the quiet dusk, we learn to fly.
Colors fade gently, yet the heart holds strong,
Through the nightâs embrace, we sing lifeâs song.
Each sunset a promise, of dawnâs new start,
In every ending, lies a hopeful heart.
So let the sun set, in its glorious blaze,
For life renews, in the twilightâs gaze.
Embrace the night, with stars so rife,
And find your path, in the dance of life.