Upon Eventide I Watch(Donald Harry Roberts) Upon Eventide I watch

As I sit watching the last rays slip behind a hill I have never been beyond,
The world bathed in hues of crimson and gold, a sight so fond.
A cup of tea in hand, its warmth seeping into my soul,
The eventide descends, the day's stories it has stole.

The sun dips low, as if bowing to the moon's reign,
Its departure paints the sky, a masterpiece hard to explain.
The chirping of the birds slowly fades into a lullaby,
As the stars begin their watch, twinkling from the sky.

The cool breeze carries whispers of the day's end,
As I sit on my porch, my time with the dusk I spend.
The aroma of the tea mingles with the scent of the night,
A symphony of sensations, a feast of delight.

The world slows down, as if caught in a dream,
Bathed in the moon's glow, under the star's gleam.
The quiet of the night, broken only by the cricket's song,
In this tranquil solitude, it's here I belong.

As the last drop of tea leaves the cup, the night fully descends,
The day's weariness lifts, as the darkness gently mends.
With the moon as my companion, and the stars as my guide,
I savour the peace, upon the sight of eventide.

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