Witnessing the hush of twilight, as the day retires,
I turn my gaze towards the setting fires,
A ritual of solace, a calming balm,
To soothe the spirit, to bring forth calm.

With each painted stroke, the sky ablaze,
I feel the weight of worries start to phase,
For in the colors that softly blend,
I see the promise of a day to mend.

The sinking sun whispers tales untold,
Of dreams yet to unfold, of stories bold,
And in its descent, there's a subtle reminder,
To trust in the Divine, to let faith rekindle.

As shadows lengthen, and darkness nears,
I release my fears, I wipe my tears,
For in this moment, I am free,
To surrender in God's grace, to simply be.

So I linger a while, in nature's embrace,
In awe of the beauty, in awe of the grace,
For in the sunset's glow, I find my way,
To entrust in God, to hope for a brighter day.