The quiet time,
When the sun goes down,
When the horizon,
wears the hues on crown.
The stillness , the tinge of orange,
that scatters through the molecules of air.
Colours variant,
crimson,reddish orange in sunset.
The utterly romantic point in time,
like a love at first sight.
Speechless left.
The moment takes breathe away.
When the feeling of love and,
the gratitude of being loved comes your way.
The mother nature exudes from every inch .
Observing the beauty in the sky,
the quiet time in the air,
as the sun fades it’s flair.
Everything seems to settle well.
A break free from fretting past,
the future, that may not last.
practicing mindfulness,
with several deep breaths.
A sense of peace is restored.
It reminds me of my small size,
when above there is a big sky.
The volcanic eruptions,
tends to mute the sunset.
When the roaring oceans,
tends to calm.
The religious moment,
the golden hour.
Proves beautiful ending,
when the sun is setting.