Beneath the moonlit canopy wide,
The whispering leaves in gentle stride,
Dance with a rhythm soft and slow,
As breezes through the night do flow.
The stars above in sparkling array,
Guide the night with their silvery ray,
While crickets sing their lullaby,
And time drifts by with a gentle sigh.
The brook hums a tune so sweet,
As pebbles beneath the water meet,
In nature’s symphony so divine,
A world where peace and beauty align.
The nightingale’s song, a tender call,
Echoes through the forest, over all,
In rhyming nature’s embrace we find,
A soothing balm for the weary mind.