Beneath the silver sky, the shadows dance,
In whispers of motion, they find their chance,
To tell the tales of dreams untold,
In the moonlit night, they unfold.

The leaves rustle with a gentle sigh,
As the winds of change come drifting by,
Each movement speaks of time’s embrace,
In this silent, enchanted place.

Stars twinkle with a rhythmic glow,
Guiding the tides that ebb and flow,
In their cosmic waltz, they find their way,
Through the night, until the break of day.

In the stillness, there’s a hidden grace,
A dance of life in every space,
Whispers of motion, soft and light,
Weaving stories in the quiet night.