The day's last breath, a whispered sigh
As twilight falls, the sky is set on fire
Soft pinks and oranges, a gentle goodbye
To the light of day, as the stars conspire

The world is bathed, in a soft ethereal glow
A time of magic, when dreams begin to grow
The shadows stretch, and the trees lean in
As if to whisper, ancient secrets to win

The wind whispers low, through the trees so tall
A gentle lullaby, that echoes through it all
The creatures of night, begin to stir and roam
As the twilight's hush, becomes their home

In this mystical hour, where day meets night
The world is full of wonder, and pure delight
A time of enchantment, when anything can be
In the soft, sweet twilight, where dreams are free.