At a certain time of the evening, the last rays of the sun paint a golden glow on the tall firs. We call it “the nice light” when that happens. The morning light is similar, but the glow isn’t as warm as the evening light.
Stand tall, fellows, ready then?
Here comes that nice light again.
Soak it up and feel its glow,
Soon enough, cold winds will blow.
Soothing warmth and light for growth,
What good luck to have them both,
Cloudless evenings are the best,
As the sun sinks in the west.