In the embrace of the horizon’s gentle fold,
The sun descends, a sphere of molten gold,
Painting the sky with hues of crimson grace,
As day surrenders to night’s soft embrace.

Silhouettes of trees stand in silent repose,
Against the canvas where the last light glows,
The whispers of the wind in tranquil flight,
Serenade the world in the fading light.

The ocean’s edge mirrors the fiery descent,
Waves dance to the rhythm of the sun’s lament,
A fleeting moment, a glimpse of heaven’s art,
Imprinted forever on the wanderer’s heart.

As twilight deepens, stars begin their rise,
Glistening like dreams in the darkened skies,
Yet, in this quiet, as shadows softly blend,
The sunset promises another day to mend.