In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with the moonlight,
A symphony of stars begins to play,
Guiding lost souls in their gentle sway.
The dawn breaks with a golden hue,
Painting the sky in colors anew,
Chasing away the lingering dark,
Leaving the world with a hopeful spark.
Yet as the day gives way to dusk,
And the sun’s glow begins to husk,
The darkness returns, embracing all,
A silent witness to the night’s call.
Light and dark, in endless embrace,
A timeless dance, a celestial chase,
Together they weave the fabric of time,
An eternal balance, a poetic rhyme.