In the hush of the evening's embrace,
Where twilight's gentle whispers trace,
A fading sun, a sky so deep,
A world suspended in twilight's keep.

Bathed in hues of blush and gold,
The last twilight begins to unfold,
A dance of shadows, a ballet of light,
A fleeting moment before the night.

The horizon, ablaze with fiery art,
As day and night prepare to part,
A canvas painted with vivid strokes,
As nature's secrets it evokes.

The sun, a weary traveler, takes its leave,
Behind the distant hills, a sigh, a reprieve,
Leaving behind a world in quietude,
A twilight's promise, a solitude.

The stars awaken, one by one,
A celestial symphony, the night has...