Enchanted Evening Elders

In the embrace of night, where whispers dwell,
Enchanted evening elders, in silence, tell.
Of dreams woven in the silver thread of moonlight,
Under stars, they reveal the hidden sight.

Gentle guardians of the veiled arcane,
Their wisdom, like soft rain, heals the pain.
In their presence, time softly unfolds,
Sharing secrets the universe holds.

Mystical elders, under the moon's quiet glow,
Guide us through the darkness, helping us to grow.
In the stillness, their ancient stories pour,
A reminder of the wonders life has in store.

So, let us listen to the night's serene elders,
Their tales, like moonbeams, are silent welders.
Binding us to the magic of the night,
In their wisdom, we find our light.