Whimsy Serenade
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Four mice gather, lost in joyous sway,
Their music whispers secrets to the night,
As they dance, their spirits take flight.
With instruments in hand, they serenade,
Their melody, a gentle, lilting shade,
That fills the heart with wonder and delight,
And brings a smile, to the silent night.
Their tiny forms, a testament to glee,
A celebration, wild and free,
In this moment, they are one with the earth,
Their music, a language of rebirth.