In the quiet moments of twilight’s embrace,
Where shadows dance with the fading light,
The soul finds solace in the gentle grace,
Of whispers heard in the stillness of night.

Like a river flowing through the valleys deep,
Carrying dreams on its silken stream,
The heart’s soft murmurs gently seep,
Into the silence of a midnight dream.

Stars above, like ancient sentinels, gleam,
Reflecting the echoes of time’s gentle hand,
They weave a tapestry of life’s grand scheme,
In the vast expanse of this tranquil land.

As dawn approaches with its tender hue,
The night whispers its final, soft refrain,
The soul awakens, refreshed and new,
Ready to embrace the day’s sweet refrain.