Drip, drip, the tap's soft plea, A rhythmic echo, a liquid spree. 

Water's dance in the quiet air, A soothing sound, beyond compare. 

Drip by drip, the melody flows, A lullaby that nature bestows. 

With each drop, a poetic rhyme, In the silence, a dripping chime. 

Tip by tip, the droplets fall, A liquid ballet, a tranquil thrall. 

A drip, a skip, a watery flip, Nature's song from the faucet's tip. 

Through the night, the taps persist, A dripping cadence, a tranquil twist. 

A trip, a slip, in the quietude, The tap's soft serenade, a liquid mood.

Poems: ChatGPT

Images: NightCafé