In the stillness of the evening’s embrace,
Words dance like whispers upon the breeze,
Carrying secrets of forgotten dreams,
With gentle grace, they weave through trees.

Each syllable a world unto its own,
A universe of meaning tightly bound,
In quiet corners where hope is sown,
Words build bridges on this sacred ground.

The stars listen in their silent glow,
To tales spun from the depths of the heart,
In the tapestry of time, they sew,
Binding souls, never to drift apart.

As dawn approaches with a golden hue,
Words linger softly, a tender refrain,
Echoes of promises, forever true,
In the heart’s memory, they shall remain.