In moonlit gardens, flowers unfold,
Their petals shimmering, like stardust told.
In secret beauty, they bloom and thrive,
Under the moon's gentle, silvery drive.

Night's perfume dances on the breeze,
In the quiet hours, whispers tease,
Each blossom sings a lullaby sweet,
As shadows sway to the rhythm of sleep.

And in their beauty, I find peace.