In twilight’s glow, the skies transform, The world settles in a quiet form. Crickets chirp their evening songs, As nature peacefully rights the wrongs.
The moon rises high, a silvery trail, Illuminating all that’s frail. In this moment, shadows fade, And the heart finds peace unafraid.
Oh, how I long for this delight, In nature’s fold, I lose my fright. In sacred silence, my soul will soar, For in these moments, I crave for more.
- Juliusz Słowacki