In the quiet dance of moonlit streams,
Where whispers of the night softly gleam,
Words awaken in a gentle embrace,
Painting dreams upon the canvas of space.

The wind carries tales of forgotten lore,
Through the leaves and whispers evermore,
Each syllable a brushstroke of the soul,
Mending hearts, making the broken whole.

Stars twinkle with stories untold,
In the silence, mysteries unfold,
The rhythm of life in verses profound,
In every heartbeat, poetry is found.

In the warmth of a sunlit dawn,
New verses of hope are gently drawn,
A symphony of emotions, wild and free,
In the realm of poetry, we find our plea.