"Lullaby of the Stars"

The stars lean down with silver grace, To kiss the earth's soft dreaming face, And in the hush of twilight's sigh, The moon begins her lullaby. A breeze that knows the scent of rain, Dances through the silent plain, It hums a song the flowers know— Of seasons past and rivers' flow. The night wears velvet spun from dreams, Stitched with light in silver seams, And every shadow, soft and kind, Holds a memory left behind. So close your eyes and drift away, Let all the noise of thought decay. For in the quiet, stars still gleam— The world is held within a dream.