Sunset Flight

As daylight yields to twilight's grace,
Two silhouettes in flight embrace.
The sky ablaze with fiery hues,
Oranges, reds, and golden views.

Beneath the sun's last vibrant light,
The birds ascend into the night.
Their wings cut through the painted air,
A dance of freedom, without care.

The plants below in shadow's keep,
Stand still as nature falls asleep.
Intricate patterns in the green,
A silent beauty, barely seen.

And there, the sun in bold display,
A red orb ending the bright day.
In "Sunset Flight," such peace we find,
A moment's calm for the restless mind.