When day's bright mantle fades into the west,
And twilight spreads its veil o'er hill and dale,
I find in night's embrace a soothing rest,
Where whispered secrets in the breeze prevail.
The stars, like diamonds scattered in the sky,
Illuminate the heavens with their light,
As moonbeams weave a silver lullaby,
And cradle earth in shadows of the night.
Amidst the quietude of midnight's hour,
Where silence reigns and dreams begin to stir,
I feel the ancient magic and the power,
Of mysteries that whisper soft and sure.
The owl, with solemn gaze and silent flight,
Glides through the darkness with a watchful eye,
While rustling leaves and murmurs of the night,
Compose a symphony beneath the sky.
Oh, tranquil night, thou art my cherished friend,
In thee I find a refuge from life's fray,
Where contemplation's journey has no end,
And solace guides me through the darkest way.
So let me dwell within thy gentle grace,
And ponder mysteries that lie untold,
For in thy quiet depths I find my place,
In harmony with dreams and stars of old.
