Beneath the cloak of darkness, silence falls,
A canvas for the stars, a tapestry of night.
Moonlight weaves a silver spell, as shadows
Embrace the world in tranquil mystery.

In the stillness, dreams take root and soar,
Unburdened by the hustle of the day.
The night, a sanctuary for secrets shared,
A timeless space where stars in silence play.

Rest and contemplation find their home,
In the gentle cradle of the midnight hour.
With darkness, a sense of wonder and calm,
As nature's lullaby, the night's own power.


© KP