"Awakening in the stillness, we find that even the shadows hold stories waiting to be whispered."
Softly shines the moon on trees that guard the night
A silver glow unveils what whispers hide from sight
Mist gently weaves through roots and leaves anew
Where shadows swirl in playful dance beneath the view
Chilled air cradles thoughts like secrets in the dark
Each heartbeat echoes softly, igniting the spark
Time suspends its passage in this hushed embrace
Nature holds a mirror to the soul's quiet space
