Sweet Dreams

In the calmness of evening touch,
Where shadows move and whispers hush,
A cold wind is carrying all the secrets,
Through trees and land that stand for years.

Stars are twinkling bright,
Painting stories in the dark sky,
Each star is telling a different tale, 
Thousands of stories appear in the night sky.

Some heard the laughter,
Some witnessed the cries,
Some are still finding the beginning,
And some are lost in the ending.

But the moonlight shines with a gentle beam,
Guiding us in our sweet dreams,
A place where magic seems true,
The silence of the night makes it real.

Singing rivers and dancing trees,
Under the moon's watchful eyes, 
Time passes, as it moves, 
Making the night peaceful.

Let's stay here, in a dreamy space,
Where whispers find their place,
Here, the darkness is so bright,
So, let's admire the beauty of this night.