Whispers of Dusk

The sky unfolds a canvas, abundant in colour

Brushstrokes of gold, oranges and flamingo pink appear.

Swans glide like quiet whispers along the pond

While pelicans sail across the tranquil tide.

Tall trees softly sway, twirling to the breeze 

Their leaves gently rustling, like secrets at ease.

The water, reflecting a mirror, captures the last of the sun’s shine

A glittering path arises, like the end of a horizon.

My dog leaps through the emerald grass freely,

Each touch a whisper of green beneath his paws.

Spring's breath mixes the petals and flowing leaves

As dusk covers the Earth in a soft, emerald sleeve.