The sun dips low, a fiery kiss,
Upon the hills, a golden bliss.
The clouds ignite, a painted scene,
Of orange hues, a vibrant sheen.
The valley sleeps, in shadows deep,
While twilight's secrets softly creep.
A gentle breeze, a whispering sigh,
Through rustling leaves, it dances by.
The river flows, a silver thread,
Reflecting skies above its bed.
The distant mountains, stark and grand,
Stand sentinel across the land.
A lone bird sings, a sweet refrain,
A melody that soothes the pain.
The air is cool, a fragrant balm,
Protecting nature from all harm.
The scent of pine, a earthy grace,
Fills every corner, time and space.
The stars emerge, a diamond dust,
Across the velvet, night-kissed crust.
The moon ascends, a pearly gleam,
Reflecting in a silent stream.
A hush descends, serene and still,
Upon the landscape, on the hill.
And as the dawn begins to break,
A promise whispered, for goodness sake.
New light will shine, a hopeful ray,
Chasing shadows far away.
The scenery awakes anew,
A breathtaking, wondrous view.