Underneath the canvas of the nightfall sky,
if you're attentive enough you'll find
quiet waters reflecting the moon as high as possible
for in the calmness of the dusk's hug,
the world finds its peaceful resting place
Amidst the noise of the birds of the air
I can faintly hear the rippling whispers on the mirrored glass,
each wave a moment, for through time they pass
as the trees stand tall, their branches weep,
in the still of the night, secrets they firmly keep
A serene sanctuary, a snapshot of beauty,
where nature and harmony delicately intertwine
underneath the moon's delicate directing light,
dreams take off in the quietness of the evening.