Light Brown

In the golden glow of twilight's end,

A shade of light brown begins to blend,

Soft as the sand beneath the feet,

Warm as the hearth where hearts do meet.

It drapes the earth in a gentle hue,

A canvas brushed with dawn's first view.

The bark of trees and the rolling plains,

Whisper tales in these soft refrains.

And the threads of warmth that twilight weaves,

It’s a color that comforts, calm and true,

A tender embrace of the earth’s own view.

From the chestnut’s grace to the desert's dust,

Where nature’s peace and calm are found.