Beneath the silver glow of twilight skies,
Where shadows dance and dreams arise,
The moonlight weaves its gentle beam,
A silent song, a tranquil dream.

Through the quiet night, it softly glows,
Embracing earth in its tender throes,
Each beam a touch, so pure, so light,
A whisper in the heart of night.

Stars shimmer as its companions true,
Painting heavens with a celestial hue,
The moon, a guardian in the vast night,
Guiding souls with its serene light.

In the stillness, hearts find their peace,
Beneath the moon’s gentle, silvery fleece,
A timeless dance of shadow and light,
Enchanted whispers of the moonlight.