In the quiet of the night, where whispers softly flow,
Stars twinkle with secrets only the moon can know.
Shadows dance on gentle winds, weaving tales untold,
While dreams drift in silence, in their tender hold.

The crescent moon smiles, casting a silver glow,
Guiding lost wanderers to the paths they long to go.
Night’s embrace is gentle, a lullaby so sweet,
Cradling the weary with its soothing beat.

The cool breeze carries scents of distant lands,
Painting stories in the air with its delicate hands.
Stars gather in clusters, a celestial choir,
Singing ancient lullabies that never tire.

As dawn approaches, the night softly fades away,
Leaving whispers of dreams to greet the day.
Yet in the heart of darkness, where silence reigns supreme,
The night remains a keeper of every secret dream.