In the quiet of the night, a song begins to weave,
Carried by the gentle breeze, a melody to believe.
Stars twinkle in harmony, as notes softly rise,
Singing tales of dreams, beneath the endless skies.

The heart finds its rhythm, in the whisper of the wind,
A chorus of emotions, where melodies begin.
Echoes of the past, in every soulful tune,
Dancing in the moonlight, under the silver moon.

Each note a story, of love and longing’s call,
Singing through the darkness, where shadows fall.
The night becomes a stage, where hopes intertwine,
A serenade of wonders, in a world so divine.

As dawn approaches, the song softly fades away,
Leaving traces in the heart, where memories stay.
A melody eternal, in the silence of the morn,
A song of life and love, forever reborn.