Moonlit Murmurs

Under the quiet sky, they lingered, whispers of the forgotten.
A tune only the night could sing, softly echoed in the breeze.
Shadows danced upon the old oak, leaves rustling like gentle sighs.
Here, silence has a voice, and it hums a haunting lullaby.

Stars above, like scattered dreams, blink in vulnerability.
Each a tale untold, a wish unspoken, a memory adrift.
The moon, a silent guardian, weeps light upon the slumbering earth,
Cradling the weary with its soft and silver embrace.