In the quietude where shadows fade,
A gentle breath of silence calls,
Rest beneath the starlit glade,
As timeâs soft whisper gently falls.
The world, a canvas, painted dreams,
In moments paused, a tender grace,
Where mind unburdens weary seams,
And peace finds its rightful place.
Leaves rustle in a soothing song,
The moonlight weaves its silver thread,
In rest, we find where we belong,
A haven where our souls are fed.
Embrace the stillness, let it mend,
The fractures of a restless heart,
In restful arms, begin to mend,
And from this peace, we’ll never part.