As shadows fall on the winding path, The scent of jasmine fills the air; Moonlight bathes the world in silver, A soft glow beyond compare.

The night is alive with whispers, A symphony of crickets’ song; Each heartbeat resonates with nature, In this moment, where we belong.

Let the night wrap you in its cloak, Let the world fade into dreams; For in the arms of the quiet woods, Life’s magic is all that it seems.

• Arthur Rimbaud