Upon the shore where snow meets sand,
Underneath the starlit command,
A silent symphony unfolds in night,
Where waves caress the shore, in soft delight.

The trees stand guard, in quiet might,
Their leaves a whisper to the light,
Of stars that dance in the celestial hall,
In the theater of the sky, so tall.

The clouds, like waltzers in the dark,
Weave tales of old, in their own park,
A canvas of dreams, painted by the moon,
Where the sea and land, in peace have swoon.

In this realm of night, where dreams take flight,
A moment captured, in the heart's soft light,
A scene of tranquility, where time stands still,
A poem of nature, forevermore, to fill.