The Song of the Moonlit Glade

Beneath the silvered sky, so bright,
In the heart of the tranquil night,
There lies a glade, a secret space,
Where nature’s magic finds its place.

The moon, a lantern in the dark,
Casts gentle beams, a silent spark,
And in this glade, where shadows play,
A haunting, whispered serenade.

The leaves, they rustle in the breeze,
Like nature’s own symphonies,
As night creatures join the choir,
Their voices rise, they never tire.

Invisible hands brush through your hair,
A gentle touch, you’re unaware,
The glade is teeming with life’s embrace,
In this moonlit, enchanting place.

The flowers bloom with lunar grace,
Their petals kissed by the moon’s embrace,
In the midst of this silver parade,
They too join in the moonlit serenade.

With every step, a soft, sweet sound,
The song of night on hallowed ground,
As the glade hums its ancient tune,
Underneath the radiant moon.

This is the place where dreams take flight,
Beneath the moon’s serene, soft light,
In the heart of the moonlit glade,
Where nature’s song will never fade.