In the quiet of the night, a whisper grows,
A song of ancient tales that gently flows.
Through the rustling leaves and silent streams,
It carries the weight of forgotten dreams.

Each note a fragment of a distant past,
A melody that seeks to forever last.
It dances through the air with graceful ease,
A symphony that sets the soul at peace.

The rhythm of the heart, the pulse of time,
A harmony that sings of the divine.
In every chord, a story softly told,
Of love and loss, of courage bold.

So let us listen to this timeless song,
And let its echoes in our hearts prolong.
For in its strains, we find a piece of us,
A melody that binds and makes us trust.