The sun descends in hues of orange, As evening blankets the rolling hills; Stars awaken, soft and shimmering, In the hush where time stands still.
The night unfolds a quilt of dreams, Threads of starlight woven tight; In the silence, peace settles gently, A lullaby of nature’s night.
Breathe in deep this tranquil air, Let the magic enfold your soul; For in the heart of nature’s wonder, You’ll find a solace, pure and whole.
- Arthur Rimbaud