In the twilight, shadows grow, Looming long against the light, The stars spark one by one, In the waltz of the coming night.
The earth sings a lullaby, Murmurs softly to the day, Cuddled in nature’s arms, we close Our eyes to drift away.
In dreams, we walk through meadows, Where flowers bloom and laughter flows, A dance of spirit, pure and free, In the heart of nature’s throes.
- Julian Tuwim