Through rustling leaves, a playful hue.
It whispered secrets, soft and low,
To every branch, where secrets grow.
The sun, a giant, golden eye,
Began to blink, and bid goodbye.
He cast long shadows, warm and bright,
As day gave way to gentle night.
The clouds, like cotton, soft and white,
Drifted by, in silent flight.
They watched the world, from up above,
And whispered tales of peace and love.
The moon, a silver, watchful face,
Peered down at Earth, with gentle grace.
She bathed the world in silver light,
And guided stars through darkest night.
The world, awake, then fast asleep,
With nature's lullaby, so deep.
Each living thing, in quiet peace,
Let slumber's magic, gently cease.