Moonlit Serenaders
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Three mice gather, instruments in array.
Their music whispers secrets, sweet and low,
As they serenade the night, with hearts aglow.
With every strum, a tale unfolds,
Of dreams and passions, young and old.
Their melodies entwine, a harmony so fine,
A symphony of friendship, a bond divine.
In this nocturnal concert, we find our peace,
A moment's magic, the world's wild release.
The mice's serenade, a lullaby so true,
Echoes through our souls, forever anew.