Beneath the shroud of night, the world slows,
Stars whisper secrets only the moon knows.
Silence reigns where shadows softly creep,
In the gentle embrace of night, we sleep.

A tapestry of dreams we weave, unseen,
In the quiet hours, where souls convene.
The night, a canvas painted dark and deep,
Where hidden wishes and hopes softly leap.

The silver glow of moonlight’s tender grace,
Illuminates the heart’s quiet, hidden place.
In the solitude of night, fears take flight,
As the world surrenders to the gentle night.

Embrace the night, where mysteries unfold,
In its depths, stories of old are told.
The night, a realm of peace and silent song,
Guides us gently as we journey along.