In the quiet hours of the night,
When the world is draped in calm,
Sleep descends like a gentle whisper,
Bringing dreams as soothing as a balm.

The stars watch over slumbering souls,
Guiding them through realms unseen,
Where fantasies and memories blend,
In a tapestry serene and keen.

The moonlight bathes the resting earth,
Casting shadows soft and deep,
As minds wander through enchanted paths,
In the silent symphony of sleep.

In sleep, we find our solace pure,
A refuge from the day’s demands,
Embracing peace that gently lures,
To the place where dreams expand.