Under the moonlight’s gentle embrace,
The night whispers secrets through the winds,
A symphony of nature’s grace,
Where every sound a story begins.

Leaves rustle in a rhythmic dance,
As whispers flow from tree to tree,
In the silence, there’s a trance,
A melody for the soul to see.

Crickets chirp in harmony,
Their song a testament to the night,
In the darkness, there’s a symphony,
A gentle sound that feels so right.

The wind carries tales of old,
Through the valleys and the hills,
A soothing sound, so soft, so bold,
A lullaby that time distills.