In the quiet of the evening’s embrace,
Where shadows dance in gentle grace,
A hidden melody softly sings,
Carried on the whispers of wings.
The rustle of leaves, a tender sigh,
As stars twinkle in the velvet sky,
Night’s symphony begins to play,
Guiding dreams in its gentle sway.
Crickets join in with their rhythmic tune,
Under the watchful eye of the moon,
A chorus of night in perfect blend,
A soundscape that seems to never end.
In the stillness, hearts find their voice,
Listening to the night’s quiet rejoice,
Where every note tells a story anew,
In the silence, the sound is true.