In the gentle glow of evening’s breath,
The sun dips low, a whispered death.
Its rays, once bold, now softly weep,
As shadows in the silence creep.

Upon the hills, where memories lie,
The fading light bids them goodbye.
It casts a veil, both thin and deep,
Where echoes of the heartache seep.

Oh, fading sun, with tender grace,
You paint the sky, a solemn place.
Your colors blend with mournful hue,
As day departs, a last adieu.

Yet in your shadows, hope may gleam,
A fleeting trace, a distant dream.
For even as you fade away,
New dawn must come to light the day.