In the silent dance of night,
Where shadows softly blend,
The moon casts a silver light,
On dreams that never end.

Stars twinkle in their celestial play,
Guardians of the skies,
They guide the lost along the way,
With gentle, watchful eyes.

The night is but a tender friend,
Embracing hearts in sleep,
In its arms, our worries mend,
Our souls, the darkness keeps.

As dawn begins its gentle creep,
The moon bids us adieu,
Promising in our hearts to keep,
The whispers of the night anew.