In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,Where shadows dance and stars softly trace,The world surrenders to the night’s sweet call,As dreams unfold, a silent, endless sprawl.Beneath the moon’s watchful, tender gaze,Imagination blooms in soft, silken haze,Thoughts take flight on whispered, wistful wings,As the heart listens to the lullaby it sings.The night, a canvas painted with starry light,Cradles weary souls in its gentle might,With each breath, the world fades into deep,A sanctuary found in the arms of sleep.In slumber’s realm, where time gently bends,The mind finds peace, where the journey ends,A realm where dreams and reality entwine,In the soft embrace of night’s divine design.