The silver moon hangs in the midnight sky, Casting shadows where memories lie. A gentle breeze whispers through the trees, Carrying secrets on the evening air with ease. By the lake, a lone figure stands still, Watching water ripple at the willow’s will. In the distance, a bell softly chimes, Marking the passage of these quiet times. Stars above twinkle like ancient eyes, Guardians of dreams beneath night’s guise. The world sleeps on in peaceful repose, While the moon its silent vigil keeps. ...
