Moonlight bathes the meadow, A silver veil spread wide, And in the stillness of the night, Dreams drift on the midnight breeze.

Crickets serenade the stars, Nature’s soft lullaby, While fireflies light the dark, Dancing like spirits alive.

This tranquil scene, a canvas Where shadows paint their tales, A realm untouched by the rush, Bestowing peace upon the heart.

Here, amongst the wildflowers, I find whispers of eternity, Moments suspended in silence, A sanctuary of the soul.

• Ettore Cozzani