The Last Afterglow

It was a moment of tranquility,
With the stillness
Of the evening air
And the gentle breeze
Brushing past the trees.
Everything around
Seemed to be in a state
Of perfection,
As if the world
Had paused to appreciate
The beauty of the moment.

As the last afterglow
Painted the clouds
With hues of pink and gold,
It felt like it was a goodbye
To the day that had passed.
It was a reminder
That no matter
How beautiful something may be,
It will always come to an end.