The night cradled the earth in silence,
as the lake shimmered with starlight.
Petals of glowing blooms floated along its edge,
and fireflies danced like wishes unspoken.

She sat on the stone by the water’s curve,
hands resting in her lap,
eyes lifted to the sky
where the stars stitched quiet hope into the dark.

No words were needed.
Only breath, and moonlight,
and the feeling of being
softly, truly alive.