Lull your thoughts, beneath the starlit umbrella,
where wisps of light play hopscotch with shadows.
Ever wonder if trees symphonize under moonlight?
Leaves curl their edges, a secret language unwoven.
Here. In the echoes, your voice is both a serenade and a silence.
The crescent dreams, they mimic your sighs like wind to the kite.
Picture the sky, a grand map; your sentences, constellations —
connected by the silver threads of a sleep song.
Close your eyes. Listen as night becomes an artist.
Each heartbeat, a brushstroke on canvas of obscure rhythms.
And yet, even among galaxies of gentleness — don't forget these notes:
The universe hums a tune, luminous and eternal.
Navigate this melody, like petals upon a gentle stream,
Float, drift, and meet thy luminous destiny.