The The night arrives on quiet feet, Soft as breath across the land. Day’s bright crown slips from the sky And darkness takes the gentle stand.

Then—one by one—the lanterns wake, Small fires in a velvet sea. Silver whispers scattered wide, Ancient sparks of mystery.

The moon drifts slow between the lights, A silent ship on cosmic streams, While constellations stitch their tales Through threads of forgotten dreams.

Above the sleeping hills they burn, Patient, distant, clear, and bright— A thousand worlds beyond our reach Still kind enough to share their light.

And standing there beneath their glow, With earth below and sky so far, The heart grows quiet, wide, and still— As endless as a single star.  night arrives on quiet feet, Soft as breath across the land. Day’s bright crown slips from the sky And darkness takes the gentle stand.

Then—one by one—the lanterns wake, Small fires in a velvet sea. Silver whispers scattered wide, Ancient sparks of mystery.

The moon drifts slow between the lights, A silent ship on cosmic streams, While constellations stitch their tales Through threads of forgotten dreams.

Above the sleeping hills they burn, Patient, distant, clear, and bright— A thousand worlds beyond our reach Still kind enough to share their light.

And standing there beneath their glow, With earth below and sky so far, The heart grows quiet, wide, and still—