The silver moon hangs in the midnight sky,

Casting shadows where memories lie.

A gentle breeze whispers through the trees,

Carrying secrets on the evening breeze.

By the lake, a lone figure stands still,

Watching water flow from hill to hill.

Ripples dance like dreams taking flight,

Blending darkness with soft moonlight.

Time pauses in this tranquil scene,

Where the world feels hushed and serene.

Stars above blink silently,

Guardians of what used to be.

In this moment, all worries fade,

As night weaves promises yet unmade.

The heart finds peace in nature’s embrace,

Leaving no trace but grace.