The hush of the twilight falls softly like a sigh,
Where shadows intertwine, the larks no longer fly;
In the fading of light, a chorus of dreams,
Painted in colors that dance with the beams.

With the soft brush of evening, the world starts to fade,
Each star a reflection of the love that we’ve made;
In this moment of stillness, within Nature’s caress,
I find the profound in the simple, the blessed.

Let me breathe in the stillness, let me whisper a prayer,
In the peaceful embrace of the night’s gentle air;
For in twilight’s soft folding, I gather the night,
With Nature, my solace, my soul’s purest light.

• Marcel Proust