In the tranquil hush of night, the moon ascends,
Casting silver whispers on the earth below.
Stars gather in celestial dance, to blend,
Weaving light into dreams that softly flow.
The moon, a guardian of the slumbering world,
Cradles the stars in its gentle, guiding light.
Their shimmering secrets in silence unfurled,
Paint tales of wonder across the velvet night.
Stars, like ancient spirits, twinkle and weave,
Patterns of destiny in the infinite skies.
They speak to the hearts of those who believe,
In the magic and mystery that never dies.
As night deepens, the moon smiles serene,
Watching over dreams with a tender grace.
The stars remain, a celestial sheen,
Eternal companions in the nightâs embrace.