In daylights passing there is peace,

Swaddled in twilight’s romantic glow.

A scattering of rays as if piercing a prism,

Turning the heavens once blue to mandarin.

Calm and cooler the evening breeze reinvigorates,

Ushering in a welcome sensation of renewal.

Is there anything more glorious?

Serenity floods the soul like a rapids,

Driving out dissent and pessimism,

Replacing it with tranquil blissful sleep.