In the quiet woods where shadows play,
The moon spilled secrets, a silver ballet.
Tiny hands reach, a wish on lips,
An embrace of silence, a world that grips.
"Where do the whispers go when the stars blink?"
Underneath the blanket, a blanket of night,
Eyes wide with wonder, heart taking flight.
Yet with each twinkle, a tale unwinds,
A dance of darkness, where the moon unwinds.
"Do shadows dream of the light they miss?"
Gentle breezes, they murmur low,
In a hushed embrace, where wild things go.
Oh, the lullabies the stillness hums,
Of lost little echoes, their kingdom comes.
Explore more: Beyond the Whispers
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