This poem is a beautiful image of evening connecting us to the eve of life as well.
A golden evening, when the thoughtful sun
Rejects its usual pomp in going, trees
That bend down to their green companion
And fruitful mother, vaguely whispering,—these
And a wide silent sea. Such hour is nearest God,—
Rich like old age when the long ways have all been trod.”
(Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, p. 216)