Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
The night unfolds in gentle embrace.
Whispers of leaves dance in the breeze,
While shadows weave a quiet lace.
The crackling fire paints stories in light,
Flickering dreams in its amber glow.
Hearts warmed by the tender night,
As time drifts soft and slow.
Stars sprinkle secrets in the sky,
A tapestry of celestial grace.
In the silence, our spirits fly,
Finding peace in this sacred space.
Morning breaks with a tender hue,
Nature’s chorus sings the dawn.
Memories of night, fresh as dew,
Linger in the heart, never gone.