Underneath the sable sky, stars softly gleam,
Whispering secrets to the nightâs quiet dream.
The moon, a guardian in her silver gown,
Watches over a world that slowly winds down.
Shadows dance in the gentle breeze,
Murmuring tales of ancient seas.
The night, a canvas painted dark,
Holds mysteries that leave a mark.
Crickets sing their lullaby,
As fireflies flicker and softly sigh.
The world at rest, in tranquil peace,
Finds solace in the nightâs release.
Dreams awaken in this hushed repose,
Where time itself seems to slow.
The night, a realm of silent grace,
Embraces all in its tender embrace.