Tales Told by the Twilight

As twilight unfolds its storytelling hue,
Whispers of the past in the cool evening air,
Each shadow a phrase, every starlight a clue,
Nature's soft murmurs, a sonnet so fair.

Whispers of the past in the cool evening air,
Echoes of laughter, tears that once fell,
Nature's soft murmurs, a sonnet so fair,
In the heart of the night, where our truth doth dwell.

Echoes of laughter, tears that once fell,
Carried on breezes, through branches they weave,
In the heart of the night, where our truth doth dwell,
Tales not forgotten, in twilight we believe.

Carried on breezes, through branches they weave,
Each shadow a phrase, every starlight a clue,
Tales not forgotten, in twilight we believe,
As twilight unfolds its storytelling hue.