In the quiet hush of evening’s glow,Where shadows dance in soft retreat,Comfort finds its gentle flow,In heartbeats calm and bittersweet.The whispered winds through rustling leaves,Sing lullabies to weary souls,A tender touch that softly weaves,A tapestry of dreams and goals.Within the folds of night’s embrace,A solace deep and warmly spun,Where peace adorns the weary face,And quietude is gently won.In every sigh and silent tear,The balm of comfort softly soothes,A gentle presence ever near,In tender waves, the spirit moves.