In the silence of the night, the winds do sing,
A melody so soft, it whispers through the trees.
Each note a secret, a tale on a gentle wing,
Carried by the breeze, it dances with ease.

The rustling leaves, a chorus in the dark,
Harmonizing with the crickets’ gentle hum.
A symphony of nature, leaving its mark,
In the stillness where the wild things come.

Echoes of time in the distant hills,
Reverberate through the valleys deep.
Each sound a memory, a story that fills,
The night with whispers, as the world sleeps.

Listen closely, and you might hear,
The ancient songs of earth and sky.
In every gust, a voice so clear,
The music of life, as time goes by.