Beneath the velvet cloak of night,
Stars like whispers softly gleam.
The moon, a guardian, sheds its light,
Guiding us through a silent dream.
In the stillness, shadows dance,
Secrets of the dark unfold.
Night’s embrace, a tender trance,
Stories of the heart retold.
The whispering winds begin to sing,
A lullaby for all to hear.
Crickets join with gentle ring,
Weaving dreams both far and near.
As dawn approaches, night subsides,
Leaving traces of its grace.
The sun will rise, but in our minds,
Night’s beauty holds a cherished place.