In the quiet night.
A lamp glows softly, pure and bright.
Its golden warmth, a gentle gleam,
Fill the dark with a peaceful dream.
The cold air whispers, crisp and clear,
Yet the warmth draws close, erasing fear.
Shadows dance upon the wall,
As the lamp’s embrace comforts all.
Night drapes its cloak, serene and deep,
While we, in warmth, begin to sleep.
The lamp’s soft glow, the night’s cool grace,
Together they weave a calm embrace.
In this still world, we find our peace,
A moment where all worries cease.
