In the horizon, a canvas ablaze,
As the sun prepares its gentle haze.
Colors woven, a masterpiece unfurled,
A breathtaking sight, in this western world.

The sky, a symphony of warm tones,
A palette of pinks, purples, and golden zones.
Above the mountains, a burst of fire,
The sun descends, with its passionate desire.

As daylight retreats, the stars arise,
Twinkling in the heavens, gentle spies.
The world begins to drape a velvety cloak,
As the sunset whispers secrets it evokes.

A tranquil breeze dances upon my face,...