In the amber glow of fading light,
The sun bids the day a soft goodnight.
Its golden rays paint the sky,
A masterpiece for the weary eye.
As shadows dance upon the land,
Nature's brush strokes, gentle hand.
Colors bleed, meld, and blend,
In the twilight's peaceful, tranquil blend.
The horizon whispers tales untold,
Of dreams embraced, of secrets bold.
A symphony of hues, a farewell song,
To the day that now must pass along.
So let us pause and take it in,
The beauty of this evening's spin.
For in the sunset's gentle grace,
We find a moment, a sacred space.
About the Creator
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith5 days ago in Humor
Comments (1)
A sacred place, yes! Loved your poem.