The Glorious Sunsets

18 Apr 2025

As day descends in hues of gold,
The sky a canvas, stories told.
The sun dips low, a fiery ball,
Painting the clouds in colors all.

Shades of pink and orange blend,
A masterpiece that has no end.
The world is bathed in a warm light,
A glorious, breathtaking sight.

Birds fly home as shadows grow,
The sun's last rays begin to go.
A moment's peace, a quiet sigh,
As day says its last goodbye.