In the whisper of the night, stars softly gleam,
Dreams take flight on the wings of a dream.
Moonlight dances on the gentle streams,
Painting the world with silver beams.
Beneath the trees where shadows play,
Nature sings a lullaby, a sweet ballet.
In the stillness, hearts find peace,
A moment of magic that will never cease.
So close your eyes, let worries fade,
Embrace the beauty that night has made.
For in the quiet, you’ll surely find,
The wonders of life, both gentle and kind.
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