In the gentle hush of evening’s grace,
A purple hue begins to trace,
Across the skies, a silent dance,
A moment caught in twilight’s glance.

The lavender fields sway to the breeze,
Whispering secrets to the trees,
Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
Where dreams and shadows quietly flow.

Violet dreams in the night unfold,
Stories of stars, both new and old,
In the realm where day meets night,
A tapestry woven of purple light.

In silence, the world turns and spins,
Wrapped in a cloak where purple begins,
A gentle promise of the dawn,
As night retreats and day is born.