Silent Night

Silent Night

Silent night, the world is still,

The moonlight glows on the icy hill,

Whispers drift through the frozen air,

A peaceful calm beyond compare.

The stars adorn the velvet sky,

As gentle winds in silence sigh,

No footsteps stir the silent ground,

Only echoes of the night’s soft sound.

The trees stand tall in frozen grace,

Their branches bare, their leaves erased,

Yet in the stillness, they seem to dream,

Of past days when they reached for the beam.

The rivers sleep beneath the frost,

A quiet beauty, long since lost,

Their waters now a silver sheet,

Where no ripples dare to meet.

The world around, a quiet space,

Time slows down in this sacred place,

A hush that blankets earth’s wide eyes,

As night unfolds in darkened skies.

No cries, no shouts, no sounds of glee,

Just soft, still whispers, wild and free.

The echoes of forgotten years,

Murmur through the quiet fears.

Yet in this silent, solemn night,

A sense of peace takes quiet flight,

And in the stillness, hearts do mend,

As shadows bend and stars descend.

The silence speaks in ways unknown,

A language soft, in whispers sown,

It tells of love, of pain, of grace,

Of moments lost, yet still they trace.

The night, it holds a timeless truth,

That silence speaks with endless youth,

A message only hearts can hear,

In every breath, in every tear.

So in this silent night we rest,

Our dreams entwined, our hearts confess,

That though the world may fade away,

In silence, love will always stay.In the quiet, shadows dance,

The world, it holds a fleeting trance,

Where time stands still and hearts collide,

In the whispers of the night’s divide.

Each star a story, bright and clear,

Of hopes, of dreams, of love sincere,

They twinkle soft, a gentle glow,

As secrets in the silence flow.

Beneath the sky, the earth sleeps on,

Its pulse a steady, soothing song,

The moonlight casts its silver glow,

On fields of white, where cold winds blow.

Yet in the heart, a warmth does rise,

A flicker in the soul’s deep skies,

For even in the darkest hour,

Silent night holds unseen power.

The silence teaches what words cannot,

A quiet truth that we’ve forgot,

That in the stillness, we are free,

To hear the voice of destiny.

So let the world drift as it may,

Let night unfold, and stars display,

For in this peace, we find our place,

And all is well, in time and space.

Silent night, your song is true,

You heal the soul, make hearts anew,

In your embrace, we are made whole,

Silent night, you touch the soul.

As dawn begins its gentle rise,

The night slips quietly from our eyes,

Yet in the silence, we remain,

Carried in your soft refrain.And as the sun begins to wake,

The golden light begins to break,

The world stirs softly from its dream,

Yet night’s still echo lingers, it seems.

The silence whispers in the dawn,

A peaceful song, both soft and drawn,

It tells of moments we can’t forget,

Of quiet love and sweet regret.

Each ray that touches earth’s embrace,

Brings warmth, but leaves a quiet trace,

Of all the things that night has kept,

In silence, while the world has slept.

The wind now hums a gentle tune,

A lullaby beneath the moon,

For though the night has passed away,

Its lessons with us still shall stay.

In every pause, in every breath,

There lies a calm, a peace from death,

For silence, in its sacred grace,

Allows us time to find our place.

So though the world may rush and race,

And noise returns to take its place,

We’ll carry with us, soft and bright,

The quiet power of the night.

Silent night, your peace endures,

Through every storm, through all the years,

You guide us with a gentle hand,

A quiet love we understand.

And in the stillness, we’ll remain,

No matter what the world may claim,

For silence, in its sacred right,

Will lead us home, through darkest night.