Whispers Beneath the Moon Echoes of Silent Stars

The moon walks slowly through the endless night,

Painting silver rivers with delicate light.

The stars above whisper forgotten dreams,

Soft as the flow of hidden mountain streams.

I stand alone where cold winds gently sigh,

Watching dark clouds travel across the sky.

Each silent shadow carries memories old,

Stories once spoken but never fully told.

The trees dance quietly beneath the breeze,

Their leaves trembling like waves upon the seas.

Far in the distance, an owl softly cries,

A lonely guardian beneath ancient skies.

I remember days of laughter and fire,

Moments filled with endless hope and desire.

But time moves onward like rivers that roam,

Carrying hearts far away from their home.

Still, the moon remains faithful above,

Watching humanity with patient love.

And though the world may fade like falling rain,

The stars will always sing their song again.