In the quiet of the night, words softly tread,
Like whispers carried by the gentle breeze,
They weave through dreams and thoughts unsaid,
Painting emotions with delicate ease.

With the dawn, words rise like the sun,
Illuminating hearts with their golden light,
They dance on lips, a new day begun,
Turning silence into colors bright.

At noon, words clash like thunder’s roar,
In passionate debates and fervent cries,
They shape our world, they open doors,
Unveiling truths and unspoken lies.

As dusk descends, words sing a lullaby,
A symphony of memories and dreams,
They cradle us gently, a soft goodbye,
Until the night reclaims its silent seams.