Beneath the canopy of stars so bright, In the hush of the enveloping night, Whispers of dreams take their flight, Seeking solace, seeking light.

Moonbeams dance on the water's edge, Casting silver on the sedge. The world sleeps, yet dreams awake, In the quiet, a promise they make.

Each heartbeat, a rhythm, a song, Telling tales of rights and wrongs. Yet, in the dark, hope remains, A beacon against life's pains.

The nightingale sings, a lullaby sweet, To the world resting at its feet. For in the embrace of the night so deep, Lie secrets the cosmos keep.

As dawn approaches, shadows wane, Yet the magic of night will remain. A reminder of mysteries untold, Of stories, in starlight, bold.