Aves del Ocaso

El Sol melts behind the hills, a crimson hush begins to rise. Feathers cut through cooling air, drawing shadows in the sky. Branches tremble, wings align, small hearts drum against the light. Final flights, last silhouettes, chasing gold into the night. Aves del ocaso, dancing on the edge of flame. Rhythms in the falling light, never still, never tame. We are hunger, we are grace, drawn to dusk at nature's pace. Aves del ocaso, we vanish, without a trace. Leaves whisper ancient ballads, dust and motion in their spin. Breeze like breath across the skin, night begins to settle in. One more note, one final spark, flashes in the amber air. We don’t wait to miss the moment, we become it, unaware. Aves del ocaso, dancing on the edge of flame. Rhythms in the falling light, never still, never tame. We are hunger, we are grace, drawn to dusk at nature's pace. Aves del ocaso, we vanish, without a trace. Wingbeat echoes in the trees, tempo fading, warm release. Sunset is a song in flight. we don't land, we disappear in light. Aves del ocaso, we rise before we fade. The music ends in silence, but our footprints kissed the shade. We are hunger, we are grace, last embrace in open space. Aves del ocaso, we vanish, without a trace.