Burnished oaken boughs of russet and gold, Rising from Mother Nature's pallet, As twilight, with a tender kiss, bids the sun farewell, Casting her shadow upon the fiery landscape. Soft cashmere clouds dipped in pastel hues, Ever-changing as they drift aimlessly, Unhurried and content on the wayward breeze, Whispering winsomely through the sheltering trees, The mellifluous music of the fern-clad forest, Meandering on the aromatic air. Mistress Moon caresses the rippling water With her shimmering silver sequined gown, As twinkling lakeshore lights take her hand To waltz across the water in an enchanted embrace. The stillness settles on this scene of bucolic beauty, Where Mother Earth, dressed in all her evening finery, Calls to the artist's soul, making it ache with longing To recreate the miracle unfolding before them.