Almost Sunset

 **The Prelude to Nightfall**

In the quiet hour of almost sunset,

When the sky is a canvas of colors yet met,

The sun in its glory begins to descend,

A day's final bow, a light that will end.

The horizon glows with a warm, amber light,

A spectacle of nature, a truly grand sight,

The clouds are ablaze, in gold and in red,

A fiery crown upon the day's weary head.

The world holds its breath in this tranquil time,

As day and night perform their silent mime,

A symphony of hues, a visual feast,

In the prelude to nightfall, when all is at peace.

The birds sing their last as they fly to their nests,

The flowers close up, as the light suggests,

And we stand in awe of the sunset's might,

In the fleeting moments before the night.

So let us cherish this time of gentle repose,

As the curtain of dusk softly and slowly closes,

For in the almost sunset, there's a promise we keep,

Of dreams to be dreamt and secrets to seep.