6. Sunset

The sun sets low, the sky aglow, As colors blend and overflow, A canvas painted with such grace, A masterpiece to end the race.

The clouds afloat, a soothing sight, Their edges touched by golden light, The orange hues, a warm embrace, A painting etched upon our space.

The sun, it disappears from view, But leaves a glow that shines anew, A beauty that we can't replace, A scene of wonder and of grace.

As day turns into starry night, We'll keep this beauty in our sight, A memory that we will trace, A sunset's charm we can't replace.