Whispers of the Evening
The sun dips low, a golden flame,
Soft shadows dance, no two the same.
The breeze hums secrets through the trees,
A lullaby carried on gentle seas.
The stars awake, one by one,
Silent witnesses to day’s undone.
Moonlight spills on quiet streams,
Turning the night into woven dreams.
Time slows down, yet moves along,
A fleeting note in the world’s song.
Hold this hour, let it stay,
For tomorrow brings its own ballet.
S
Whispers of the Evening
