In the cradle of silent night,Where the moonlight softly gleams,Whispers weave through the quiet air,Guiding us to land of dreams.The stars like sentinels above,Watch over the slumbering earth,In their glow, we find a peace,A place where dreams find birth.In this gentle, hushed repose,Time slows in its endless flight,And the heart finds solace deep,Beneath the canopy of night.As dawn begins its tender rise,Dreams linger in morning’s light,Leaving traces of their grace,In the soft retreat of night.