In the stillness of the midnight hour,
When the world is wrapped in dreams,
I hear the whispers of the Divine,
Flowing gently like moonlit streams.

The stars in their celestial dance,
Speak of a love so vast, so pure,
A presence felt in every glance,
A truth that time can never obscure.

In the rustle of the autumn leaves,
In the gentle kiss of the morning dew,
The essence of God softly weaves,
A tapestry of life, forever new.

And as the dawn begins to break,
Painting the skies with hues so bright,
My soul awakens, my spirit takes,
Flight towards the everlasting light.