In the cradle of dusk, where dreams take flight,Sleep weaves its tapestry, gentle and light.Stars like sentinels guard the sky’s vast sea,Cradling the world in serene reverie.Beneath the moon’s gaze, shadows softly creep,Lulling weary souls into a tender sleep.The day’s burdens slip into the night’s embrace,A tranquil journey through time and space.In sleep’s sanctuary, silence reigns supreme,Whispering lullabies in a celestial theme.The heart finds solace, the mind unwinds,As dreams unfold, weaving stories unconfined.Awake refreshed in the morning’s gentle glow,The whispers of the night subtly bestowA sense of peace, a rebirth anew,The magic of sleep, a gift cherished and true.