In the quiet corners of the night,
Words weave tales of distant dreams.
They dance on pages, pure and bright,
Guiding souls like moonlit beams.

Each syllable a journey starts,
Through valleys deep and mountains high.
Words of love and broken hearts,
Underneath the vast, endless sky.

With every whisper, every shout,
They build a bridge to realms unknown.
Words can heal, dispel all doubt,
In their embrace, we’re never alone.

So let us cherish every phrase,
Each letter, line, and hidden rhyme.
For in the words, our spirits blaze,
Eternal through the sands of time.