Walking along the country road in the evening ,
My hubby , my daughter and I 
After our dinner, we take time to relax
And let the sunset make our imaginations shy .

Amidst our laughter and chatter
We feast on the greens ; the branches long 
The foliage and the tall bushes, that
Dance and wave in the evening song .

Beautiful brown leaves keep falling
From a withered tree , by the road side .
Soon the tree will be stripped bare .
It is time to cut it and cast it aside !

We walk on , sometimes talking , sometimes quiet
Dazed by the beauty and the sight .
We slowly walk into the picture
Into the setting sun's weakening light.


The homeward-bound birds linger, as if they too
Feel the mystery of the setting sun
Will not rush on their journey home 
But to savour its colourful lights before it is gone.

Too soon , darkness sets in
It is twilight at last !
The setting sun is still beautiful
Although the best is past.

Like the setting sun , when all the summer's shine
That warms life's early hours is gone
We pause, in the middle of it
To look back and to reflect how it's story done !



-By Agatha Lai