Moon behind the Birds

The evening sky, a canvas wide,

With shades of dusk, where day subsides,

And in the distance, softly stirred,

The moon appears behind the birds.

They glide like shadows in the night,

Silent wings in silver light,

Across the sky, in graceful flight,

Tracing paths both bold and bright.

The moon, a guardian from afar,

Watches over where they are,

Its gentle glow, a quiet guide,

As they soar, and as they glide.

No words, no sound, just whispered grace,

The night unfolds, a soft embrace,

And in that moment, all is still,

The world below, the sky they fill.

So let the moon behind the birds,

Be a symbol, soft as words,

Of journeys made and dreams unfurled,

In the quiet beauty of the world.