In the silence of the night, a whisper speaks,
Through the rustling leaves and gentle creeks,
A melody of thoughts, so soft and true,
Inviting ears that listen, to feel the hue.

Beneath the sky’s vast, endless dome,
Stories untold find their home,
In the quiet moments, they unfold,
For those who listen, tales are told.

Each heartbeat, a rhythm, a secret song,
In the stillness, it plays along,
Echoes of dreams, of love, and fear,
Only the attentive can truly hear.

So listen closely, with open heart,
To the world around, and set apart,
The noise from the whispers, the truth from the lie,
For in listening deeply, we learn to fly.