The moonlight spills on paths unknown,
Where quiet hearts have softly grown.
Its silver touch, a gentle guide,
Through places where the shadows hide.
The trees, they murmur in the breeze,
Of timeless lands, of ancient seas.
Their roots entwine with stories old,
Of truths both tender and bold.
The rivers wind through hills and plains,
A liquid thread that breaks all chains.
It carves its way through rock and stone,
A symbol of how we’ve all grown.
The stars, like lanterns, light the way,
To places where the night holds sway.
Each twinkle holds a wish, a dream,
A promise whispered in the stream.
The fire, it crackles in the dark,
Its glow a spark, a fleeting mark.
But in its warmth, we find our peace,
A stillness where all doubts release.
The dawn arrives with colors bright,
Chasing away the fading night.
It calls us forth with open arms,
To leave behind the darkened harms.
The world is wide, the path unknown,
But in the heart, we are not alone.
For in the quiet, deep and still,
The soul finds voice, the spirit’s will.
So let the days slip like the rain,
And feel the joy, and feel the pain.
For in each moment, soft or loud,
We stand together, pure and proud.
And when the night returns again,
We’ll walk its roads, we’ll rise, we’ll mend.
For all the world, both fierce and kind,
Is written in the heart and mind.
