In the quiet dance of fading light,Where shadows stretch and softly meet,The stars begin their gentle flight,As whispers of the night retreat.The moon, a silent guardian there,Watches over the world’s gentle sigh,While dreams dissolve in the cool night air,In the tender embrace of the sky.Time weaves its tale in shadows deep,As echoes of life softly fade,A lullaby for those who sleep,In the fields where memories are laid.Yet in this quiet, tender space,Where day and night entwine and part,We find a gentle, timeless grace,The quiet beating of the heart.