Beneath the Quiet Sky

Beneath the quiet sky,

where stars hum soft lullabies,

the world holds its breath—

waiting for dawn’s gentle sigh.

In the hush of night,

dreams weave their delicate threads,

stitching hope into the darkness,

painting light across shadowed beds.

We walk through silence,

carrying unseen scars,

finding strength in whispers,

healing beneath the stars.

And though the night may linger,

its velvet cloak profound,

every heart knows the morning,

where new beginnings are found.