Behold the night, the stars so bright, In every glimmer, hope takes flight; The moonlight casts a silver glow, A tranquil peace, a soft hello.

The air is filled with scents divine, A serenade, a whispered line; In nature’s arms, we softly rest, With every beat, our hearts are blessed.

So lie beneath this vast expanse, And let the night your spirit dance. In every star, a wish to hold, In nature’s embrace, our stories told.

• Elizabeth Barrett Browning