The Warmth of the Evening Bloom
The Sun's Retreat
The sun has dipped below the western rim,
And skies exhale a deeper, velvet hue.
The air grows still, a peaceful interim,
Where day's loud clamor softly fades from view.
The Gentle Whispers
Then rise the whispers, carried on the breeze,
A rustle in the palms' fronds, high and deep.
The distant murmur of the restless seas,
A lullaby that lulls the world to sleep.
An Inner Bloom
And in this hush, an inner voice takes flight,
Unspoken thoughts, like fireflies aglow.
The heart finds solace in the gentle night,
Where silent blooms of feeling softly grow.
So listen close, as darkness settles near,
To night's soft speech, unfolding in your ear.