In the heart of the night, by the calm, dark lake, A lone figure lies, the water's embrace to partake. His form, a silhouette in the moon's gentle glow, As someone approaches, soft and slow.

They step with care, not to break the stillness of the scene, Not to alarm the man in his watery dream. With every cautious stride, their presence nears, Bringing comfort, dispelling his nighttime fears.

They reach out gently, to show that they care. In the tranquil darkness, a connection takes shape.