In the shadow of the moon’s embrace,
Where whispers of the silent night reside,
A gentle breeze carries tales of grace,
As stars above in solemn beauty glide.

The river flows with memories untold,
Each ripple a fragment of life’s fleeting song,
In the quiet, secrets of the heart unfold,
Where echoes of the past gently belong.

Beneath the ancient oak, time stands still,
Leaves rustle softly in the night’s gentle breath,
Here lies the mystery, both tender and chill,
In the quiet dance of life and death.

Yet in this silence, hope finds its way,
Through the veil of darkness, a gentle light,
Reminding us of the dawn’s new day,
As we journey through the endless night.