Under the silver glow of the moonlight,
Silken strands sway in the gentle breeze,
Each thread a tale of timeless grace,
Whispering secrets of the nightâs embrace.
Tangles weave stories of forgotten dreams,
Flowing like rivers of midnight’s gleam,
Each ripple a song of silent reverie,
Dancing shadows in twilight’s symphony.
Golden hues catch the morning’s light,
Cascading waves of dawn’s first sight,
A crown of sunbeams, soft and bright,
Adorning heads with nature’s delight.
Through storm and calm, they hold their place,
A testament to strength and endless grace,
Strands of life intertwined in space,
A dance eternal, in timeâs embrace.