Night's Quiet Magic

As the sun says goodbye, shadows start to play,

Whispers in the air, like a dance at the end of the day.

The moon tells stories on the darkened sky,

Stars twinkle, like little poems up high.

The wind talks softly, like an ancient song,

Touches the leaves, makes the chimes sing along.

Nature's painting with colors so fine,

A beautiful picture, a design so divine.

Trees' shadows on the ground, like drawings in the night,

Their stories unfold, a quiet, peaceful sight.

Owls sing quietly, as the river flows,

Whispers in the breeze, as the night goes.

Dreams soar high with the wings of the night,

A sky full of stars, shining so bright.

Mystery and magic, in the calm and cool air,

A peaceful feeling, beyond compare.

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As the sun sets, shadows dance, and the night whispers tales. The moon and stars light up the sky, while the wind softly touches leaves and plays with chimes. Nature becomes a divine painting with trees casting beautiful shadows. Owls sing, rivers flow, and dreams take flight in the serene night sky. This poem captures the magic and mystery of a peaceful evening.