When the yellow hues turn gold
And shades of orange appear bold,
The fiery ball begins to sink
Ever so slowly to the brink.
When pretty flowers turn their heads to sleep,
The mellowing colours continue to bleed…
The lilting grass starts to droop
And birds hurry back, it’s time to roost.
Daytime is fading,
Twilight is calling,
The final hour is here…
The hour before darkness is always the sweetest
Hear! Hear! Hear!