Whispery waters

Whispery waters, soft and serene,
Where ripples dance with silver sheen.
They murmur secrets, old and deep,
In twilight's arms, they gently sleep.

Beneath the moon’s pale, silver glow,
They stir with whispers, ebb and flow.
A lullaby that winds its way,
Through starlit night and breaking day.

Their voices sigh in fleeting grace,
As shadows kiss the water's face.
A tranquil hush, a sacred sound,
Where silence and soft waves are found.