The silver moon hangs in the midnight sky,

Casting shadows where silent dreams lie.

A gentle breeze whispers through ancient trees,

Carrying secrets on every tease.

By the lake, a lone figure stands still,

Watching water flow from hill to hill.

In its depths, memories softly gleam—

A fading echo of a distant dream.

Stars above blink with timeless grace,

Each light a mark in endless space.

No need for words, no rush, no fray—

Night embraces the end of day.

The silver moon hangs in the midnight sky,

Casting shadows where silent dreams lie.

A gentle breeze whispers through ancient trees,

Carrying secrets on every tease.

By the lake, a lone figure stands still,

Watching water flow from hill to hill.

In its depths, memories softly gleam—

A fading echo of a distant dream.

Stars above blink with timeless grace,

Each light a mark in endless space.

No need for words, no rush, no fray—

Night embraces the end of day.