And paints the clouds with hues of crimson bright.
The birdsong fades, a story now untold,
As twilight creeps, and swallows take their flight.
A gentle breeze whispers through leaves so green,
And carries with it scents of earth and bloom.
The day is done, a peaceful, quiet scene,
And shadows lengthen, casting mystic gloom.
The stars emerge, like diamonds in the night,
And twinkle softly, in the velvet sky.
The moon ascends, a beacon burning bright,
And casts its silver glow on all that lie.
So let us rest, beneath this tranquil dome,
And dream of peace, within our quiet home.