Beneath the shadowed, whispering trees,
Where autumn leaves dance in the breeze,
The moonlight casts a silvery glow,
On silent streets where secrets flow.

The jack-o’-lanterns flicker with glee,
Their grinning faces wild and free,
Children giggle in costumes bright,
As spirits wander through the night.

Echoes of laughter fill the air,
While witches fly without a care,
The night is alive with tales untold,
In Halloween’s embrace, both young and old.

As midnight nears, the whispers fade,
Shadows retreat, memories made,
Until next year when night descends,
And Halloween’s magic once more transcends.