Beneath the silvered sky, where the world takes its rest,

A lullaby weaves tales, in the night's soft caress.

Close your eyes, little one, in the moon's tender glow,

Let the worries dissolve, like the river's gentle flow.

Stars above, like guardians, twinkle in delight,

Guiding your dreams through the tranquil night.

The moon, a lantern, casts shadows on your face,

As dreams unfold in the quiet, sacred space.

Hush, my sweet, as the night softly sighs,

In the arms of the darkness, where the lullaby lies.

Leaves on the trees, like pages in the wind,

Turn with the whispers that the night does send.

A melody of peace, carried by the breeze,

In the cradle of night, where the soul finds ease.

Sleep, little one, let the stars be your guide,

In the tender embrace of the night, confide.

As the nightingale weaves its enchanting tune,

And the world outside dreams beneath the moon,

May your dreams sparkle, pure and bright,

In the soothing warmth of the tranquil night.

The crickets join in with their rhythmic song,

A serenade for you as you peacefully belong.

Nature's orchestra plays in the soft moonlight,

As you drift into dreams, wrapped in the night.

The willow tree sways in a slow, graceful dance,

Its branches a cradle, a place to find romance.

Rock-a-bye, my dear, in the arms of the night,

Where the gentle zephyrs kiss dreams alight.

So, close your eyes, my love, in this silent ballet,

Where the world slows down at the close of day.

Let the night unfold its wonders, soft and grand,

As you journey through dreams in this enchanted land.