In the quiet of the night, where silence reigns supreme,
Words take flight, like whispers in a dream.
They weave through shadows, soft and light,
Crafting tales in the gentle embrace of night.

Upon the canvas of the moonlit sky,
Verses paint stories that never die.
Each line a star, each rhyme a glow,
Guiding the heart where emotions flow.

The rustling leaves in the autumn breeze,
Sing songs of love among the trees.
Their symphony echoes in hearts so deep,
Awakening feelings that softly seep.

In the dawn’s embrace, as night bids adieu,
Poetry blooms with the morning dew.
A tapestry of words, both bold and bright,
Illuminating souls with its radiant light.