The sun dips low, a golden sphere,
Its gentle warmth begins to fade,
Over waves that whisper secrets near,
In twilightâs tender, soft cascade.
The sea, a blanket vast and deep,
Reflects the hues of amber light,
As shadows in the distance creep,
Merging day with coming night.
A dance of colors paints the sky,
With every wave a silent sigh,
The world in gentle slumber lies,
Beneath the twilightâs watchful eye.
In this serene and quiet place,
The sunset meets the seaâs embrace,
A symphony of peace and grace,
In natureâs tender, timeless space.