In the stillness of the night, stars softly gleam,
Casting dreams upon the world’s gentle stream.
Their whispers echo through the vast, silent skies,
Silent guardians of time, where mystery lies.

The moon hangs low, a sentinel in the dark,
Its glow a soothing balm, leaving an ethereal mark.
Shadows dance gracefully in its gentle light,
Narrating tales of old in the depth of the night.

A breeze carries secrets through the rustling leaves,
Weaving through branches, a tapestry it weaves.
The echoes of whispers, a symphony of dreams,
In the quiet night where the silver moon beams.

Stars watch over, with a timeless, knowing gaze,
Their silent echoes guide us through life’s maze.
In their light, dreams and reality entwine,
A celestial dance, in the night divine.