In the silent night, the trees do talk,
Their leaves whisper secrets as shadows walk.
Beneath the silver moon, they sway and sigh,
Telling tales of ancient times gone by.

The wind hums softly through their branches high,
A gentle song of lullabies in the sky.
The stars above listen, twinkling bright,
As the trees share stories deep into the night.

The river joins in with a murmuring stream,
Reflecting the moon in a silvery gleam.
It carries the whispers far and wide,
Embracing the forest in a gentle tide.

Together they paint a picture serene,
A night-time ballet in nature’s scene.
The trees, the wind, the river in tune,
Dancing under the watchful moon.