In the quiet of the night, stars twinkle high,
Each one a wish, a dream, a silent sigh.
Gentle breezes carry hopes through the air,
Whispering secrets, tender and fair.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
Hearts yearn for places they long to go.
Wishes float on the wings of time,
Seeking the magic in life’s gentle rhyme.

With every dawn, new wishes arise,
Painting the skies with vibrant ties.
From every heart, a desire so pure,
Carving a path, a future unsure.

As the sun sets, and night draws near,
Wishes remain, ever so clear.
In the dance of life, they softly blend,
Whispers of wishes, never to end.