In the gentle cradle of the night,When stars weave tales of ancient lore,Slumber calls with a soft, sweet might,Guiding souls to the dreamer’s shore.Beneath the moon’s tender glow,Eyes flutter in a dance serene,As shadows waltz in the night’s flow,Where waking worlds cannot be seen.In dreams, the heart finds its wings,Soaring through fields of endless light,Where every whispered secret sings,A lullaby to the sleeping night.When dawn peeks through the velvet skies,The dreams retreat to their silent keep,Yet in their wake, with tender sighs,They leave a peace that runs so deep.