Twilight Song

The horizon is aglow, subtle hues, 

In the heavenly arch birds a few, 

Saffron clouds sailing by 

In the vast rosy sky. 

A songster sways on a jasmine tree, 

Sings her evening hymn heartily, 

Artless notes bursting out, 

As rainwater from a spout.

Evening shadows further deepen, 

All the birds have their last songs done,

Pensive mood calm and still, 

Silent prayers, blessings distill.