The silver moon hangs in the midnight sky, Casting shadows where silent dreams lie. A gentle breeze whispers through ancient trees, Carrying secrets on the evening breeze. Upon the lake, the moonlight dances bright, A shimmering path of celestial light. Two swans glide by in graceful, endless flight, Guardians of the tranquil night. In distant hills, a lonely bell does chime, Marking the passage of eternal time. Yet in this moment, all feels still and deep, While the world is wrapped in moonl...
