In the quiet whisper of the evening’s glow,
Shadows stretch, where soft winds blow.
A gentle sigh, the world slows down,
As the sun dips below the town.

The colors blend, a painted sky,
Every end, a sweet goodbye.
Leaves rustle with stories untold,
In twilight’s arms, they gently fold.

Stars awaken, a celestial dance,
In their shimmer, we find a chance.
To reflect on days that softly passed,
As night embraces, holding fast.

So let us cherish the fleeting light,
For every ending brings new sight.
In each farewell, a seed is sown,
For dawn will come, and life is grown.