Julian Tuwim - Nightfall

Night has fallen, silent and deep, Stars like scattered grains of sand, The moon bathes the world in silver, A soft touch of the divine hand.

A rustle in the bushes nearby, A nightingale’s lullaby sings, Crickets play in a gentle choir, While the night enfolds all things.

Mysteries unfold in shadows, Where the wild creatures roam and breathe, Under starlit skies, nature covers The whispers, dreams interweave.