The silver moon hangs in the midnight sky, Casting shadows where silent dreams 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 the hill. Ripples dance like thoughts in the mind, Seeking the peace they hope to find. Stars above twinkle like ancient eyes, Guarding truths under their watchful skies. In this quiet moment, time slips away, Leaving only the promise of a new day.
