Twilight Whisper

     In the alchemy of morning's embrace, The sun unveils its gentle face. A flavor of dawn, soft and sublime, A sip of sunlight, a taste of time.

 As the first rays weave through the trees, A subtle sweetness fills the breeze. Morning's nectar, a citrus hue, In the flavor of sunlight, the day's debut.

Noon unfolds with a golden decree, A warmth that dances, wild and free. A flavor bold, like honeyed wine, In the sun's rays, a midday shine.

The afternoon mellows, a gentle caress, The sun's rays, a sip of tenderness. A flavor akin to chamomile tea, In the sunlight's cradle, a soothing plea.

The sunset hour, a palette ablaze, A flavor that lingers, a sunset's gaze. Crimson whispers in the evening sky, In the sun's farewell, a bittersweet goodbye.

Twilight whispers in hues of blue, A flavor that deepens, like evening dew. Stars emerge, a cosmic display, In the moonlit flavor, dreams find their way.

In the tapestry of night, a subtle grace, A flavor of stars, an infinite space. A celestial brew in the cosmic jar, In the flavor of moonlight, wishes afar.

So, savor the moments in the sun's array, Each flavor unique, a sunlit buffet. In the symphony of day and night, Sip the sunlight, let its flavor ignite.