In the cradle of dusk, where shadows sway,
A child’s laughter once danced in the breeze,
But now, in the stillness of night, it frays,
Woven with whispers that never cease.
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Where sunlight kissed the tender earth,
A heart once nurtured by gentle ease,
Now trembles with memories of its birth.
The moon, a silent guardian in the sky,
Watches over dreams that twist and turn,
Turning soft whispers into a mournful cry,
As stars flicker with stories that burn.
The river\'s song, a lullaby of the past,
Carries echoes of what was lost,
Yet in its depths, shadows are cast,
Revealing the cost of innocence tossed.
In the garden where daisies once bloomed,
Their petals now wilt beneath the weight,
Of secrets hidden, where silence loomed,
And innocence met an untimely fate.
The wind, a messenger of forgotten days,
Whispers through the leaves at night,
Stirring the mind in a restless haze,
Turning dreams into a sorrowful flight.
In the embrace of the midnight air,
I search for solace in the stars above,
But find only the haunting, silent stare,
Of memories that have stolen love.
Oh, tender night, cradle my weary soul,
Guide me through the shadows of despair,
For in the darkness, I seek to be whole,
Yet find only echoes of a past laid bare.
When morning comes with its gentle light,
May it wash away the remnants of fear,
Yet in the quiet corners of the night,
The child within still sheds a tear.
Through nature\'s chorus, I find my song,
A melody of pain, yet a story told,
Of a heart once broken, yet forever strong,
In the tapestry of night, softly woven, but bold.