The Dance of the Twilight
As the sun dips below the whispering pines,
Shadows extend, weaving cosmic designs.
Stars begin their timid parade,
In the sky's vast serenade.
Welcome to the Celestial Verses Library where the words flow like gentle streams under moonlit skies, where froges sing by the lily pads.
As the sun dips below the whispering pines,
Shadows extend, weaving cosmic designs.
Stars begin their timid parade,
In the sky's vast serenade.
Upon the pond's shimmering facade,
A froge dreams, its thoughts unbarred.
Ripples of ancient time unfold,
In silent stories yet untold.