In the cradle of twilight’s gentle embrace,
Lies a lake, serene and vast,
Where stars whisper secrets through gentle ripples,
Reflecting dreams of ages past.

Moonlight dances on its silvered surface,
A ballet of shadows and light,
While the night sings a lullaby,
To the weary hearts in flight.

Willows weep with the wind’s soft sigh,
Their whispers echo in the night,
Telling tales of love and loss,
In a language only the heart can write.

There, by the lake’s hushed shores,
Time pauses, holds its breath,
And in its stillness, souls find peace,
In the lake’s eternal depth.