Golden Hour

As the darkness fades into the light,

And the day breaks out of the night,

The sun begins to rise, so bright,

And fills the world with golden light.

The horizon glows with fiery hues,

As morning breaks and light ensues,

And birds take flight with joyful muse,

As dawn's chorus fills the morning news.

The world awakens from its sleep,

And shadows long begin to creep,

As sunbeams warm the land and steep,

And the earth begins to gently leap.

The beauty of the Golden Hour,

Brings peace, hope and inner power,

And fills the soul with love and dower,

As day begins its glorious flower.

The air is crisp, the sky is clear,

As the sun climbs higher without fear,

And the world basks in its warming cheer,

As the golden hour slowly disappears.

But though it fades, its magic remains,

A memory etched in hearts and brains,

A reminder that beauty always sustains,

And new GOLDEN HOUR will come again.

-Prashant Sethia