The sun dips low, a weary farewell,
In hues of gold, where shadows dwell.
Each ray a whisper, soft and slight,
A tender cry of waning light.

In the dusk, a sorrowed heart,
Yearns for the day, now set apart.
The horizon swallows the fading glow,
As tears descend, gentle and slow.

Night’s embrace, a solemn shroud,
Veils the earth in a mourning cloud.
Stars appear, silent witnesses to
The cries of the light, bidding adieu.

Yet in the dark, a promise glows,
That dawn will break, as time bestows.
For even in grief, hope takes flight,
Amidst the cries of the waning light.