In the cradle of the moon’s soft glow,
Dreams weave their silken dance,
Shadows of quiet lullabies flow,
Granting the soul a tranquil trance.

Stars sprinkle the sky with light,
Guardians of slumber’s gentle realm,
Guiding hearts through the endless night,
Steering minds with a peaceful helm.

Beneath the canopy of midnight’s veil,
Thoughts find solace, free from fright,
In sleep, our spirits set sail,
Floating through the serene twilight.

As dawn begins to softly creep,
Dreams dissolve in morning’s grace,
Until again, we welcome sleep,
And night reclaims its tender space.