In the quiet of the evening’s embrace,
Where stars weave stories across the skies,
I find the whispers of a gentle grace,
Guiding my soul where eternity lies.

The moonlight dances on the silver stream,
Reflecting hope in its shimmering glow,
A celestial promise in a dream,
Peaceful as the morning’s first gentle flow.

In the rustling leaves, I hear a voice,
A divine murmur in the night’s soft sigh,
Urging my troubled heart to rejoice,
Beneath the vast and endless sky.

With every breath, a prayer takes flight,
Carried by winds to the heavens above,
In this sacred moment, the world feels right,
Wrapped in the warmth of infinite love.