In the moonlit garden, where shadows play,
Lilies stand tall, with a gentle sway.
Their petals whisper secrets of the night,
Silent guardians of the silver light.

Beneath the stars, they softly glow,
Ethereal blooms, in a delicate show.
Each petal a story, each stem a dream,
In the quiet night, they’re a gentle gleam.

They dance with the wind, in a silent embrace,
In their grace, the night finds solace.
A symphony of silence, they silently sing,
In the moon’s tender light, they softly cling.

Oh, lilies of the night, in your silent flight,
You bring peace to the weary sight.
In your presence, the night is serene,
A whisper of beauty, so pure and keen.