In twilight's hush, where shadows dance,
A poet weaves a tale of chance.
Beneath the canvas of the night,
Stars whisper secrets, soft and light.
Moonbeams paint a silver song,
Echoes of a world, serene and strong.
In whispered winds, a story's told,
Of dreams and wishes, pure and bold.
Through meadows dressed in hues of gold,
A river weaves its story, old.
Mountains stand with stoic grace,
Guardians of time and sacred space.
The rose unfolds its velvet grace,
A symphony of petals, an embrace.
Each thorn a reminder, sharp and wise,
That beauty blooms, but never lies.
In the heart's quiet, a melody,
Love's sweet refrain, eternally.
Through joy and sorrow, life's grand theme,
A dance of moments, a timeless dream.
So let this poem, a fleeting art,
Illuminate the depths of the heart.
In words, a glimpse of the sublime,
A tapestry woven through the sands of time.