As the sun dips low, painting skies in golden hue,
Whispers of the dying light bid the day adieu.
Crimson and amber blend, a fleeting, fiery embrace,
Nature’s grand finale, a moment of grace.
Silhouettes dance in twilight’s gentle hold,
Stories of the day in shadows told.
Quiet descends, a peaceful, soft refrain,
Night’s gentle promise, an end to the day’s pain.
On the horizon, dreams begin to weave,
Night’s cool embrace, a time to believe.
Stars awaken, guardians of the night,
Guiding us softly with their tender light.
In this fleeting moment, time stands still,
A canvas of colors, nature’s will.
Memories etched in the twilight’s glow,
A sunset’s serenade, a peaceful show.