Meditative Moments at Sunset

The sun dips slow behind the hill’s embrace,

Painting the sky with threads of amber flame.

Shadows stretch long, each tracing its own space,

The air grows cool, the daylight loses name.

I walk among the quiet reeds and stream,

Where echoes drift like feathers on the breeze.

The world slips into a waking dream,

As twilight weaves through branches of old trees.

Yet in this hush, a pulse begins to rise—

Stars bloom like secrets on the velvet blue.

And in their glow, I find new, open skies,

A world that breathes with all it never knew.

The night’s calm wraps around my weary mind,

And there, I learn what daylight left behind.