In the hush of twilight’s gentle fall,
Where whispers of the night begin to call,
The world slows down, a tender lullaby,
Cradling the weary beneath the starlit sky.

In fields where dreams and silence meet,
The heart finds rhythm in its own heartbeat,
Time stretches out in endless grace,
Wrapped in the tender arms of rest’s embrace.

The moonlight dances on the sleeping trees,
A symphony of quiet in the evening breeze,
Here lies a haven from the day’s demands,
A sanctuary crafted by gentle hands.

In the stillness, every care subsides,
As peace unfurls its wings, it softly guides,
To realms where burdens fade like morning mist,
In the gentle touch of rest, we coexist.