Whispers of the Night

The moon ascends, a silver glow,

In shadows deep where secrets flow.

Stars flicker soft, like distant dreams,

Guiding hearts with quiet beams.

A river hums in gentle tune,

Cradling thoughts beneath the moon.

Leaves rustle soft, the earth stands still,

While time spins slow upon the hill.

In silence walks a restless breeze,

Through tangled woods and ancient trees.

It carries tales from long ago,

Of lands unseen, where winds still blow.

As dawn draws near, the whispers fade,

Yet in the dark, their mark is laid.

For in the night, a story's told,

A silent song of worlds untold.