Twilight’s Sun is sinking low on the horizon.
Darkness falls with each second closing off the day.
Night comes with a heated rush, as Twilight’s Sun is no more.
The Moon shines soflty on the darkend night.
As the melody sets in, the chorus of the night.
The night birds sing there song.
Whispering winds blow softly on the trees.
They rock gently with each breeze.
Warmth floods the evening.
As the darkness surrounds the night with a gentle song.
The pages unfold with elegant beauty.
As each creature is touched by Twlights Sun.
Gentle rains soothe the mind and soul.
Each wave breaks forth with renewed vigor.
As time has stood frozen within.
Twilight Sun.