Towards the Sunset's End
By Sara T
Published 20 September 2021
When the dew drop benevolently smiles and guides us into the secret refuge,
As the sun sets and leaves a glimpse of the world left behind,
And the flowers draw back from the strife,
The trickle of life calms, the gentle lovingness that remains undefined,
The oasis opens its doors for us, letting us retreat to its purity and divineness,
The beds of grass for pillows and the tanned sky spreading the beacon of light,
Birds singing their soft sweet melodies, and the bees buzz effortlessly,
That is how we know it is the end.