The sun sets slow and paints the sky,
A fiery hue that makes me sigh.
The trees stand tall, their leaves rustle free,
A gentle melody, a symphony.
The river flows, a winding stream,
Reflecting sunbeams, a peaceful dream.
The flowers bloom, a colorful sight,
A sweet fragrance, a pure delight.
The stars appear, a twinkling show,
A celestial display, a wonder to know.
The world is hushed, a quiet night,
A time for rest, a peaceful sight.
Binsiya
S4 B. Com Finance
Al Shifa College of Arts and Science
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