In the quiet hush of evening’s fall,
The world retreats, a silken thrall.
Shadows dance upon the walls,
As sleep’s soft whisper gently calls.

Beneath the stars, the moon’s soft light,
Guides us through the tranquil night.
Eyes grow heavy, minds take flight,
Into dreams so pure and bright.

The worries of the day depart,
As peace descends upon the heart.
In slumber’s arms, we drift apart,
To realms where dreams and sleep impart.

Until the dawn, when light does creep,
We rest in silence, calm and deep.
Through the night, our souls do leap,
In the gentle, soothing embrace of sleep.