In the stillness of the night,
Where whispers fade to gray,
Silence weaves its gentle thread,
Through the fabric of the day.

Amid the quiet of the dawn,
Where shadows softly play,
The echoes of a thousand dreams,
In silence find their way.

Beneath the stars, so softly bright,
Where time seems but a trace,
Silence speaks in hushed tones,
Of beauty’s tender grace.

In the heart’s secluded space,
Where words can never reach,
Silence holds the deepest truths,
In its silent, sacred speech.