In the quiet of the night, words softly weave,
A tapestry of dreams that silently breathe.
Stars above twinkle with tales untold,
In the cradle of the sky, mysteries unfold.

Verses dance in the moon’s gentle light,
Painting shadows with colors so bright.
Echoes of thoughts, a symphony’s embrace,
Carving paths through time and space.

The leaves rustle with poetic grace,
Carrying whispers from a distant place.
Nature sings with a voice so sweet,
In poetry’s arms, hearts gently meet.

In every line, a world is born anew,
Stories of life in every hue.
Words that linger, forever to stay,
In the realm of poetry, we find our way.