Twilight's Descent

As day begins its final bow,

And shadows stretch and grow,

A canvas painted hues of gold,

A sight to behold, a story told.

The sun, a fiery orb, descends,

Its rays in gentle hues extend.

The sky, a masterpiece divine,

A symphony of colors, fine.

The birdsong fades, a hushed refrain,

As twilight's cloak descends again.

The stars emerge, a twinkling sight,

To guide the weary through the night.

A gentle breeze, a whisper's sigh,

As day gives way to evening's sky.

A moment's peace, a tranquil scene,

As nature's beauty takes its queen.