A mellow night, a crescent glow
As light on surface beams;
A swooning charm, a field of stars -
Carved paths of hidden dreams.

The breath of wind – a lulling spell
That spirals from the deep;
The dance of starlight, silver shards
When sun is set in sleep.

And as the shadows writhe and reap
Upon trees’ laden boughs;
The branches stir with silent breeze
As sheltered beings rouse.

A turn of heel, the flap of wings
As shadowed figures rise;
As from their place they drift and glide
To dance beneath night skies.