The sun dips below the horizon, A golden farewell to the day, The sky ignites in hues of fire, Painting the evening with hope.

I stand lost in wonder, As shadows stretch and yawn, The world takes a breath, Before plunging into night.

Each star emerges slowly, A tiny spark of magic, Reminding me of dreams, That linger in the dark, Waiting for the call of dawn.

• Richard Wright