The starry night, a canopy of dreams, Whispers secrets upon the sleeping earth; Each twinkling light, a silent prayer, Overflowing with the weight of wonder.
Mountains rise, ancient and wise, Guardians of time, watchful and still; In the valley below, rivers flow, A dance of life, a tranquil thrill.
Listen, can you hear the nightingale? Her melody, a balm for weary souls; In the vast embrace of nature’s arms, Each note tells a tale of eternity whole.
- Arthur Rimbaud