In the quiet hours when the night holds sway,
Silence weaves its tapestry unseen,
Stars above in their distant array,
Whisper secrets of what has been.
The world hushes in a tranquil breath,
As shadows dance in a soft ballet,
Each moment a solemn, silent bequest,
To the dreams that come and softly play.
The moonlight casts a gentle glow,
On the silent whispers of the trees,
In the stillness, all things seem to know,
The language of the nightâs sweet breeze.
In this hush, the soul finds peace,
Embraced by the silence of the night,
A quiet moment, a brief release,
From the world’s relentless, noisy fight.