Three trees stand still in twilight’s hush,
Their branches whisper, soft and lush.
Pink and purple leaves take flight,
Dancing in the silver light.

The grasses glow in ochre hue,
Blushing pink where moonbeams strew.
A quiet pulse, a dream untold,
A world alive in painted gold.

Above it all, the moonlight sways,
A silent watcher, lost in haze.
An abstract realm of shape and hue,
Where colors breathe, and time is new.