CREPUSCOLO 

The breeze, a sweet lullaby,
Caress the earth, the trees and the sky.
Mysteries of the night begin to weave,
In this magical hour, just before the eve.

A moment of grace, a pause between,
The last view of the day and the first scene of the night.
Dusk, a time of stillness and silence,
When the clamor of the world turns into a soft silence.