In the quiet of the night, a song begins to weave,
Notes like whispers, dancing upon the leaves.
The moon smiles gently, its light a guiding hand,
As dreams unfold, in this enchanted land.

Stars join the chorus, their twinkle a sweet refrain,
Together they sing, a melody to ease the pain.
The night air is alive, with harmonies so deep,
Lulling the weary souls, softly into sleep.

A gentle breeze carries the tune across the hills,
Embracing the silence, until every heart it fills.
The world slows its pace, in this symphony of night,
Wrapped in the embrace of a song’s gentle light.

As dawn approaches, the final notes take flight,
Leaving behind whispers, in the fading night.
Yet the song lingers on, in the heart’s gentle sway,
A melody of dreams, to carry through the day.