Beneath the velvet curtain of the night,
Stars whisper secrets of ancient lore,
Each twinkle a tale of cosmic delight,
Painting dreams on the celestial floor.

The moon, a guardian of the silent dark,
Bathes the world in its silver light,
Guiding lost souls with its gentle spark,
Through the endless canvas of the night.

Constellations weave stories in the sky,
Orion’s hunt, the Pleiades’ grace,
A dance of light that catches the eye,
In the boundless expanse of space.

As the night deepens, a calm descends,
The world at peace, wrapped in a trance,
Beneath the stars, where dreams ascend,
In the night’s eternal, silent dance.