WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

As day begins its slow retreat,
A veil of purple, soft and sweet,
Descends upon the weary land,
A soothing balm, a gentle hand.

The sky ablaze with hues of gold,
A canvas painted, stories told.
The wind, a whisper, soft and low,
As twilight's shadows slowly grow.

The moon, a pearl, begins to rise,
A beacon shining in the skies.
The stars, like diamonds, twinkle bright,
A sparkling tapestry of light.