In the quiet night, where whispers reign,
A symphony of silence fills the air,
Soft murmurs blend with the gentle rain,
Creating melodies beyond compare.

The rustling leaves, a subtle tune,
Their whispers dance through the darkened trees,
Under the watchful eye of the moon,
They sing a song carried by the breeze.

The distant call of a lone night bird,
Echoes through the stillness of the night,
Each note a story, each sound a word,
In this nocturnal symphony’s flight.

And as the dawn begins to break,
The whispers fade into the morning light,
Yet their echoes in the heart will wake,
A memory of the sound-filled night.