In the silence of the night, shadows weave,
Where questions dance in the mind’s embrace,
Whispers of wisdom the heart may perceive,
In the silent echoes of time and space.

The stars above, guardians of endless thought,
Reflecting truths yet to be unveiled,
In their glow, the restless soul is caught,
In seeking answers, we are eternally impaled.

Mountains stand as ancient sentinels wise,
Their peaks touch the heavens of the unknown,
Within their silence, the spirit flies,
To realms where seeds of insight are sown.

In the flow of rivers, the journey unfolds,
A path of reflection beneath the skies,
In every ripple, a story is told,
Where philosophy’s timeless essence lies.