In the quiet of the night, under the moon’s soft gaze,The ancient trees begin their timeless dance,Whispering secrets through rustling leaves,A symphony of shadows in a trance.Branches sway like gentle waves at sea,Their silhouettes painting tales of old,Stories of love, loss, and eternity,In a language of silence, bold and untold.The moon, a silver guardian watching over,Casts its glow on the forest floor,Where dreams and reality gently hover,A world of wonder at nature’s core.As dawn approaches with gentle light,The trees stand silent, their dance complete,A reminder of beauty cloaked in night,In every leaf, a story discreet.