Evening

Under the Golden Sky

Beneath the evening’s quiet glow,
A valley whispers, soft and low.
Mountains rise in majesty near,
Their crowns dusted with winter’s cheer.

Fields stretch wide in autumn’s hue,
Framed by clouds, a canvas true.
The fence stands guard, a humble line,
Marking time through earth’s design.

Golden light on rugged peaks,
The heart of solitude it seeks.
Nature’s voice, both still and vast,
A fleeting moment – forever cast.