The sun weakly beamed over the lush green hills

And sent its last warm rays toward me.
The trees swayed to and fro in the breeze
And sang a distinct song with their leaves.
The river gently strolled toward me,
Its water glimmering in the orange light.
The birds sang their cheerful melodies
And broke the silence of the evening.
The clouds glowed a deep orange
And gradually became red, then purple.
After the sun slowly and peacefully retired for the day,
The soft glow of the moon came in its place.
What I have just witnessed is a series of breathtaking images
That I would like to see over and over until I die.