In the stillness of the moonlit night,
Words dance upon the silent breeze,
A symphony of thoughts takes flight,
Carried by whispers from the trees.

Poetry, a realm where dreams reside,
With every line, emotions flow,
A tapestry where hearts confide,
And secrets only poets know.

Through verses, we escape and soar,
To lands unknown and skies so vast,
Each metaphor an open door,
To memories of the future and the past.

Let every stanza be a beacon bright,
Guiding souls through shadows’ fall,
For in the darkness of the night,
Poetry’s light shall lead us all.