In the twilight's veil embrace,
whispers weave through leafy lace,
serenading shadows soft and light,
as stars awaken to the night.
Gentle echoes, swaying trees,
carry on the forest breeze,
a lullaby from ages past,
where memories of dreams are cast.
Hush, young seeker, close your eyes,
to listen to the wisps' lullabies;
their voices dance in twilight's seam,
guiding you through their murmured dream.