**The moon ascends in silver grace,**

**A guardian in the starry space.**

**Its light spills softly on the ground,**

**A peaceful hush, without a sound.**

**The stars, like diamonds, fill the sky,**

**A thousand voices, silent, high.**

**They tell their stories, faint but bright,**

**In the tender embrace of night.**

**The breeze stirs gently through the trees,**

**Carrying with it ancient pleas.**

**It brushes past, a whispered song,**

**Of things that in the dark belong.**

**Beneath the cloak of twilight’s veil,**

**The world exhales a secret tale.**

**The shadows stretch, both far and near,**

**Where mystery and stillness peer.**

**The owl calls out from distant wood,**

**Its hoot a warning, understood.**

**The night is vast, its voice a plea,**

**To those who listen, wild and free.**

**But not all things that roam the night,**

**Are soft and gentle, pure and bright.**

**There’s darkness, lurking in the deep,**

**Where dreams are lost and shadows creep.**

**The wind howls low, the branches sway,**

**And somewhere far, a dog will bay.**

**The night is thick, with secrets old,**

**A time for tales both kind and bold.**

**Yet in its depths, a quiet peace,**

**A pause where restless hearts may cease.**

**For in the night, we learn to see,**

**The beauty of what used to be.**

**So let the night embrace the soul,**

**Its mysteries, both dark and whole.**

**For in its quiet, we may find,**

**The whispers echo in our mind.**