Dusk

A beautiful day drawing to a languid evening. The Sun retiring behind a hill. Preparing itself to rise and illuminate some other part of the world.

Dusk to Dawn.

The setting Sun sets ablaze the trees; diving into the horizon, splashing evening in its wake.

Fire in the sky douses from red to orange, orange to pink, pink to purple; finally a midnight blue.

Twilight waits patiently for the Moon to rise; for the silver fingers will caress it to sleep tonight.

Lady night descends gracefully in her dress, jet black; stars sparkling like sequins in her gown.

Owls hoot, crickets sing, fireflies dance ,decorating the trees; it's time for nocturnal glee.

Moon shoots up, turning oceans into liquid silver; irresistible, its pull, tides rise to kiss the moonlight.

Calm engulfs, living sleep; while dawn breaks the silence with chirping of birds.

Horizon sets ablaze, sky catches fire; oceans bleed red, reflecting the ball of fire.