At the meeting point of sky and sea, the sun bids farewell with a blaze of vibrant colours; a poignant reminder of life’s inevitable end. As its light fades, the footprints left in the sand tell stories of journeys taken, of moments cherished and forgotten, slowly erased by the relentless tide. This poem reflects on the delicate balance between our enduring imprints and the ephemeral nature of existence.

Footprints at Sunset

At sunset’s edge, the sky ignites,
A final burst of flame and light,
Each hue a whisper of the day’s goodbye,
As the golden orb sinks in the twilight sky.

Along the shore, our footsteps lie,
Etched in the sand where memories sigh;
They mark the paths of hearts once bold,
Now softly fading, silently told.

The sunset glows like life’s last page,
An ending penned by time and age;
A brilliant farewell, a fleeting gleam,
A reminder that endings often dream.

Our footprints speak of journeys made,
Of laughter, tears, and choices weighed;
Yet as the tide comes rolling in,
It washes away where we have been.

In this gentle wash, both loss and grace,
Lie the imprints of our transient trace;
For every step, we leave behind
It is swept away, yet etched in my mind.

So, in the light of the dying sun,
Let every footprint count as one,
A story written in the sand,
A cherished mark from a fleeting hand.