Evening harmony

As dusk descends, light's gentle grasp fades,

Lake waters darken, shadows are made.

A fleck of white, a bird in swift flight,

Cuts across the somber, evening light.

Distant lights shine on the water,

A trail of gold, a peaceful daughter,

Ripples sparkle, like diamonds rare,

A serene reflection, beyond compare.

Trees stand sentinel, unmoving and still,

Birds hold their breath, in quiet thrill,

The track alone whispers, a gentle hum,

As passing vehicles in the distance, their noise, a distant drum.

In this peaceful hush, I gaze afar,

Distant lights twinkling, like stars.

The walking stretch, nearly empty and wide,

Few pedestrians stroll, side by side,

Their footsteps echo, in the quiet air,

As the city's pulse slows, without a care.

The western sky is set aflame,

Crimson hues dance, in a waning game,

The color stretches, far and wide,

Until the blue horizon, gently takes its pride.

The evening's hush, is broken by a sound,

A chirping chorus, from birds all around,

Their gentle trills, a soothing serenade,

As nature's symphony, in harmony is played.

Shops nearby ablaze, with lights so bold,

A jarring contrast, to the evening's gold,

Their brightness pierces, like a shining spear,

A harsh reminder, of the city's presence here.

Orange hues creep northward, vibrant and bright,

Crimson tones deepen, in a breathtaking sight.