The sinking sun presents a fascinating scene. The mellow sun going down over the western horizon looks like a golden disc.
Trees and plant life, plants and creepers, everything is lit up with a golden glow. The fleeces of floating clouds look like a stretch of fire. The panorama gives a chunk of enchanting beauty. As the solar displays through the rivers, canals, and ponds, they appear to enshrine in their bosoms a golden ball with the outstretched luster of the liquid fireplace.
All this constitutes a sight to be seen. Then gradually the sun sinks below across the hazy bushes on the remote horizon. The nighttime falls with a pall of darkness. The sun sets for the night and leaves the world below, the reign of darkness to rule the roost.