Night’s loom, dreams spun, Threads of possibility, Woven by the moon. Telar de la noche, sueños tejidos, Hilos de posibilidad, Tejidos por la luna.

Lavender dusk drapes the sky, stars like diamonds scattered high. Gentle breeze whispers through leaves, crickets chirp, worries appease. Warm lamplight glows in window panes, laughter spills, contentment