The silver moon hangs o’er the tranquil bay, Whispering waves weave dreams in shades of blue. A lone heron stands where water meets the gray, Painting silence with the night’s gentle hue. Through pine forests where ancient secrets sleep, A breeze carries tales of forgotten years. Stars above their timeless vigil keep, Washing the world in light that knows no fears. On this quiet night where thoughts take flight, Hearts find solace in the cosmic art— How small our worries in the moon’s soft li...
