In the quiet of night, the moon whispers low,
Secrets of stars that twinkle and glow.
Rivulet hums a soft, gentle tune,
Cradling dreams beneath the silver moon.
Beneath the soothing flow, pebbles giggle and play,
Tickled by bubbles that float their way.
Rivulet sings to the night so still,
Lullabies that dance with a ripple and trill.
Around the winding banks, crickets chirp bright,
Their song merging with the river's soft light.
Rivulet echoes each note in the air,
Weaving a blanket of dreams everywhere.