In the heart of the silent woods, where shadows softly play,
The moon weaves silver threads upon the path astray.
Whispers of ancient magic linger in the still night air,
As dreams unfold their wings, beyond the realms of care.

Stars like scattered jewels adorn the velvet skies,
Guiding the wanderer’s soul with their timeless, gentle cries.
In the rustle of leaves, secrets of olden days are spun,
Where every breath of wind carries tales of wonders done.

The river sings in murmurs, a song of ages past,
Its waters hold reflections of a world both vast and vast.
Beneath the moon’s embrace, the night is a spellbound sea,
Where every shadow dances with a touch of mystery.

So tread softly, dear dreamer, through this enchanted night,
For in the realm of magic, every heart takes flight.
Embrace the whispered secrets, let them guide your way,
For in the world of wonders, dawn is but a breath away.