The golden hour casts its sunlight divine, While shadows dance softly where the woodlands entwine. The clamor of day fades to evening’s sweet song, Where nature wraps earth in her blanket, so strong.

With every dusk falling, there whispers a tale, Of the beauty in silence where hearts can unveil. Each moment suspended, time drifts and then sways, In the wildness of nature, serenity stays.

• Willa Cather