In the quiet embrace of nightâs gentle fold,
Dreams weave their tapestry, a story untold.
Stars like whispers, softly they sing,
Guiding weary souls on ethereal wings.
The moonlight dances on the velvet sky,
Cradling the world with a lullaby.
In slumberâs arms, all worries cease,
Wrapped in the blanket of serene peace.
The nightâs embrace, a comforting shroud,
Where dreams ascend beyond the cloud.
In this realm where fantasies bloom,
Night holds the power to dispel gloom.
As dawn approaches, the dreams take flight,
Leaving a trace in the morning light.
Yet, whispers of the night linger still,
A gentle promise of dreams to fulfill.