In the quiet of the night, beneath the silver glow,
Sons of the earth wander, where gentle breezes blow.
Their eyes hold stories untold, of past and future dreams,
A world wrapped in silence, where everything seems.
Each step a soft echo, in the heart of the land,
Bound by the whispers of time, like shifting grains of sand.
Their voices rise in harmony, like a river’s gentle song,
Carrying tales of courage, where they truly belong.
Under the canopy of stars, they find their way,
Guided by the constellations, in the nightâs soft sway.
Their hearts are strong and true, like the oak’s mighty stance,
In their eyes, a future bright, a world of wondrous chance.
Amidst the shadows, they walk with quiet grace,
Sons of the earth, in this timeless, sacred space.
Their journey is a melody, sung by the winds of fate,
In the moonlit silence, where destiny awaits.