Lullabies of the Lost

In the quiet of night, under the watchful gaze of the moon,
Echoes of the lost sing a haunting, tender tune.
They whisper through the trees, in the sighing of the leaves,
In every gentle breeze, tales of joy once seized.

These lullabies of the lost, not bound by frost or dew,
Travel through time's vast expanse, seeking hearts that rue.
For every soul that yearns, for every tear that dries,
A melody returns, under the vast, starlit skies.

The river knows their sorrows, the mountains bear their sighs,
In nature's vast embrace, their spirits never die.
They dance in shadows deep, where secrets lie asleep,
In lullabies they keep, promises ours to reap.

So listen to the night, to the stories it imparts,
In whispers of the light, find the key to lost hearts.
For in the lullabies, entwined with moon's embrace,
Lies the eternal grace, of love's most gentle face.