The Sundown

She appears like a golden glow

Around the partial sky slow

Like a yellow ochre wine

She spills above and shines

Dipping into the horizon

Escaping from the sky zone

Hiding between the silvery clouds

Deeper and down she grounds

Chirping and returning back

Passerines have a special knack

They admire the beautiful vista

By Caroling together and naming her 'Christa'

It's the time for 'Death of the day'

And the last gasp of beautiful ray

Waiting for the next morn and dawn

Where the Hopes of lives are again born.