In the cradle of the silent night,
A gentle whisper stirs the air,
Shadows play in soft moonlight,
Weaving dreams beyond compare.
As the dawn begins to break,
Light spills over the horizon’s edge,
Darkness fades, the world awakes,
With golden hues, the sun takes pledge.
Yet in the heart of bright midday,
Shadows linger, soft and sly,
A dance of light they cleverly play,
Ever-present beneath the sky.
When twilight falls, and day is spent,
The dance resumes in muted grace,
Light and dark in harmony blend,
A timeless waltz in time and space.