Patterned clouds

The sun sets while I gaze,
At something with pure amaze.
The gentle breeze whispers low,
A subtle sneeze across the meadow.

The call of a meal, Max will heel,
Underneath the twilight's soothing seal.
Rock playing in the shop's soft hum,
Coals burning with memories to become.

In the fading light, shadows unfold,
Nature's stories, ancient and bold.
As the day retreats, and stars take flight,
A tranquil scene, bathed in twilight.