Beneath the Quiet Sky

Under a sky, velvet and vast, Where stars are scattered like shards of glass, The moon hums softly, a silvered tune, Bathing the earth in a pale maroon.

Tall trees stretch, cloaked in twilight haze, Their shadows dance in the moon’s soft blaze. A river winds, serpentine and slow, Its waters gleam with an amber glow.

A lone bird sings on a fragile branch, Its feathers bathed in a gilded trance. The wind whispers through fields of gold, Carrying secrets the night can’t hold.

In the distance, a mountain stands proud, Its peaks pierce through a wispy cloud. And in this moment, the world is still, As dreams rise like mist from the silent hill.