A leisurely withdrawal to tranquility, The sun, she descends. Signifying an end, Yet also a beginning - New start, new change, new opportunity.
Gaze upon the sky spread before you like a canvas. Mother Nature hand-paints tinges of each hue, Mellow watercolours from periwinkle to scarlet. Each day an ever-changing embodiment of her aptitude, A fresh spectacle of allure.
Halflight turns to scenes of soft dusk, Tiny opals of stars embellish the stratosphere, The moon now smiles his spectral lustre.
Even a nirvana remains hollow in your absence - In beauty, I reminisce, It's lost, without you.