**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.**