The Enigma of Night

Beneath the vaulted canopies where stars shyly peek,
the whispering shades weave tales from bark and leaf;
an elegy muted, password protected, encrypted by roots.
Nimble fingers of twilight dance upon the wizened trees,
spinning silver whispers into secretive shadows.

In a resonance of sylvan sighs,
one finds the heart of night, beating softly amidst the moss;
listen, for the wisdom of elders can't be hurried yet it's eternal.

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