The mountains, distant, dark, and deep,
Hold secrets that the silence keeps.
They watch the world with ancient eyes,
Beneath the blush of evening skies.

A ribboned trail winds through the trees,
Like thoughts that wander with the breeze,
While shadows stretch and stars prepare
To scatter light through frozen air.

The pine trees hum a twilight tune,
Their needles kissed by rising moon.
A stillness drapes the meadow floor,
Where wild things pause, then roam once more.

And in this calm, where colors blend,
The day meets night, as old friends send
Their peace to all who stand and see
That nature breathes in harmony.