At the end of the day
When the Sun prepares to set
Birds fly in hordes seeking their nests
Leaves dance so lovingly,
To the music of gentle breeze
Tall grasses take bows
Like artists reluctant to leave
Dusk creeps in
Streetlight begin to glow
Playful dance of dark snd light
People hurrying to reach home
Another day has gone by
The image will fade in time
Sitting on the porch
A cool glass of drink in hand
Bidding adieu to the old
Maybe tomorrow,
Unheard shall be told
Maybe tomorrow,
Unknown shall become known
But tonight,
Steeped in the darkness of billion starlights
Let us savor the bittersweet memories