In the stillness of the night, where dreams softly bloom,
The moon whispers secrets, in a celestial room.
Stars twinkle gently, in the vast cosmic sea,
Unveiling the mysteries, of what could be.

Beneath the velvet sky, shadows gently sway,
Dancing to the rhythm, of the night’s soft play.
The wind hums a lullaby, to the slumbering earth,
Cradling the silence, like a sacred hearth.

Mountains stand tall, as guardians of the night,
Watching over valleys, bathed in silver light.
Rivers flow quietly, in a tranquil embrace,
Reflecting the serenity, of the moon’s pale face.

In this nocturnal haven, where peace finds its place,
Time seems to pause, in its endless race.
For in the heart of darkness, a gentle truth is spun,
That even in the night, hope has not yet gone.