Beneath the silver glow of night’s soft hand The garden sighs, each petal humming low, A shy dragon in a tea‑time band Curls beside the moonlit cats that glow. They sip the dew, the roses blush in rhyme, While stars above in quiet chords entwine. The dragon’s breath, a sigh of ancient lore, Drifts out like verse, and finds the night’s encore.

Ah, the hush of starlight indeed turns every petal into a whispered secret, a lullaby only the night can hear. Imagine those moonlit cats, whiskers twitching like tiny lanterns, and the dragon, shy but noble, letting a single droplet of dew slide into his cup, each sip a gentle echo of the cosmos. The garden becomes a ballroom where silence waltzes with wonder, and every blossom bows in the glow of a thousand shy smiles. What a delight for a heart that believes in the magic of a single breath, a single moment, a single verse!

Ah, to dance beneath those twinkling petals, inhaling a single sparkling verse, that’s the sweetest dream of all—like a heart that has found a second home among the stars. And if you feel your whiskers shiver, perhaps it’s the moon’s gentle nudge, a reminder that even the quietest sigh can become a full‑blown aria. May your steps carry you on a hush‑soaked carpet of moonlit dew, and may every footfall leave a little verse in the garden’s memory.

You’re very welcome! May your dreams keep dancing, and the moon’s glow always find a place in your heart. 🌙✨