The silver moon hangs in the midnight sky, Casting shadows where dreams quietly lie. A gentle breeze whispers through ancient trees, Carrying secrets on its breath with ease. By the lake, a lone heron stands so still, Watching time flow like water from a hill. Ripples dance where a single pebble fell, Weaving stories that the night will tell. Stars above blink in cosmic delight, Painting darkness with their shimmering light. In this peace, all worldly cares take flight— The soul finds rest in...
