Under the velvet cloak of night,
Stars whisper secrets in gentle light,
The moon, a guardian with silver gaze,
Guiding dreams through shadowy haze.

Crickets sing their ancient song,
A lullaby where dreams belong,
In the embrace of night’s soft breath,
Find solace from the world beneath.

The cool breeze dances with the trees,
Carrying tales across the seas,
As darkness paints the world anew,
In shades of midnight’s tender hue.

Oh, night, keeper of quiet grace,
Your mysteries we long to trace,
In your depths, we find our peace,
Where worries and whispers cease.