In the silence where the moonlight gleams,
A melody whispers through the trees.
Notes dance gently on the streams,
Carrying tales on the evening breeze.

Stars compose a gentle hymn,
With constellations as their guide.
Each twinkle sings a story dim,
Harmony where shadows abide.

Dreams awaken to soft refrains,
Echoes of a distant tune.
In every chord, love remains,
A serenade beneath the moon.

As dawn approaches, the music fades,
Yet its essence lingers on the air.
In morning light, a new song wades,
A symphony of hope and care.