Where does the sun go when night arrives?
It hides in dreams, painting golden skies.

Do fallen leaves miss the touch of trees?
They dance with the wind, wild and free.

Why do lovers whisper under the moon?
To keep their secrets wrapped in silver tune.

Does the ocean ever tire of the shore?
It returns each night, longing for more.

Will time erase the echoes of us?
No, love lingers in dust and dusk.