Whispers of the Soul

Summer

Sunset Symphony

In the hush of summer's gentle embrace,
The sun bows low, draping the sky in grace.
A canvas unfurls with hues bold and bright,
As day whispers softly its sweet, tender night.

Crimson and gold in a fiery display,
The horizon ignites as the sun drifts away.
Amber rays stretch, kiss the earth in a dance,
While shadows grow long in the twilight's romance.

Lavender clouds weave with threads of deep rose,
As the sun dips low, where the soft breezes do pose.
Each brushstroke of color, a fleeting delight,
Crafts a symphony sung by the fading daylight.

The golden orb winks, sinking low in the west,
Painting the heavens as nature's grand guest.
The chirping of crickets, the rustle of leaves,
Compose the sweet serenade that evening weaves.

A tranquil hush blankets the world, calm and still,
As dusk wraps its arms 'round the valley and hill.
Reflections of fire on the water's cool face,
Mirror the glory of this timeless embrace.

In the twilight, the stars begin to peep,
As night gently whispers the secrets it keeps.
The melody lingers, a promise in sight,
Of the peace that awaits as the day turns to night.

So let us rejoice in this fleeting display,
In the sunset's warm glow, let our worries drift away.
For as day meets its end in a vibrant array,
We find solace in beauty, come what may.