Twilight's Mumble

As daylight fades beyond the distant hill, Dusk paints the sky in hues of soft repose. Through swaying boughs, the birds their songs distill, While gentle breezes dance on tippy-toes. Lotus treads the path with a weary stride, Her thoughts are as heavy as the fading light. Yet with each step, her burdens seem to glide Away, as if prepared to take their flight. A flower, bent and worried, catches sight Of Lotus passing by with a slowing gait. Its petals tremble in the dimming light, As if to share in her conflicted state. The blossom and the woman, kindred souls, Find solace in their shared anxiety. As twilight deepens, nature takes control, Embracing both in sweet serenity. In the evening's hush, a transformation blooms, The flower straightens, and Lotus' spirit lifts. The worried stem no longer bends in the gloom, As peace becomes the night's most precious gift. Together in the gloaming, fears subside, A fresh perspective blossoms with the stars. The day's concerns, once seemingly amplified, Now fade like distant, long-forgotten scars.