EVENING SKY

**Whispers of the Evening Sky**

In the quiet hush of twilight's grace,
When the sun dips low in a tender embrace,
The sky whispers secrets to the earth below,
Of dreams once woven, of winds that blow.

Soft are the colors that paint the night,
Blush of pink and a touch of light,
The stars awaken in their silver glow,
A dance of time, where memories flow.

The trees sway gently, their leaves a song,
Of days forgotten, of nights so long,
They tell of stories in the evening breeze,
Of whispered promises and distant seas.

The moon rises slow, a guardian bright,
Guiding the lost through the depth of night,
It listens to the heart's quiet plea,
For love, for hope, for what will be.

And as the world rests under heaven’s dome,
Each soul finds solace, a place called home,
For in the stillness, the night reveals,
The strength we hold, the wounds it heals.

So let the stars keep their vigil high,
As dreams unfold in the midnight sky,
For even in darkness, light finds its way,
To greet the dawn of a brand new day.