The sun dips low, a fiery orb, Painting the horizon in shades of gold, As shadows stretch and mingle, With the darkening earth’s tender fold.

Crickets sing their evening song, A chorus to the night’s arrival, While the stars blink awake, In the tapestry of the cosmos, they revel.

This twilight hour, a bridge of peace, Between the day’s turmoil and night’s embrace, Reminds me that life ebbs and flows, In the dance of nature’s endless grace.

• Umberto Saba