The golden sun begins to fade,
Behind the hills, in purple shade.
The trees they dance, a gentle sway,
To bid farewell to the light of day.
A quiet hush falls o'er the land,
Like magic touched by a hidden hand.
The stars emerge, so bright and clear,
Whispering secrets for the heart to hear.
No more the rush, no more the noise,
Just simple peace and silent joys.
For in the dark, the world is still,
Resting beneath the Creator's will.