Whispers of the Night

In the quiet of the night, When stars ignite their cosmic dance, The moon, a silver lantern, hangs low, And secrets stir in shadows’ trance.

The wind, a gentle troubadour, Sings ballads to the slumbering trees, Their leaves, like pages of forgotten tales, Flutter in the breeze, seeking release.

The river weaves its liquid song, A melody that time cannot erase, And lovers, hand in hand, trace constellations, Mapping dreams across the vast expanse.

So listen closely, dear friend, To the whispers of the night, For within them lie the magic and the mystery, The promise of a thousand dawns yet unseen. 🌙✨