When the sun dips low and stars ignite,
The world dons a cloak of gentle night.
Silence whispers secrets in the breeze,
A symphony of calm amidst the trees.
Moonlight dances on the rippling brook,
Casting shadows in every hidden nook.
Dreams unfurl like petals in the dark,
Guided by the night’s eternal spark.
In this realm where time seems to pause,
Mysteries awaken beneath night’s gauze.
Soft lullabies of the crickets’ song,
Carry the soul where it truly belongs.
The stars above, like ancient guides,
Illuminate the path where hope abides.
Nighttime’s embrace, a gentle retreat,
Where hearts find solace and spirits meet.