Dark purple swirls warmed by the humble hues of yellow,

of a drowsy sun, gently descending

below the stoic silhouettes of the mountains.

The land, the sky,

they were the same in this evanescent moment,

separated only by the silent mountains:

purple water, purple sky,

yawning sun, amber sky.

Tranquility, with silence

behind her like flowing hair,

crept out, emerging cautiously

from the water

and even the sound of the slightest breeze

held its breath

as the warm, yellow sun

stretched out her hands and yawned her final yawn,

veiling the sky.