Beneath the moon’s soft glow, shadows dance and weave,
In the silent whispers of the night, stories take their leave.
Each stanza a heartbeat, each verse a sigh,
Poetry’s breath, a gentle lullaby.

Words like raindrops on a thirsty land,
Quenching the soul with a gentle hand.
Metaphors bloom like flowers in spring,
In the garden of thoughts, where emotions sing.

Similes flutter like butterflies in the breeze,
Painting pictures with ease.
Rhymes that echo through time’s corridor,
Unlocking doors to emotions, and so much more.

In the realm of poetry, hearts find their voice,
Amidst the chaos, a tranquil choice.
Through the tapestry of words, we find our way,
In the embrace of poetry, forever we stay.