In the heart of the ancient night,
The moon whispers secrets bright,
Beneath the stars’ gentle light,
A tale unfolds, serene and slight.

Lanterns float in the silent breeze,
Carrying dreams through the trees,
Shadows dance with graceful ease,
As the moon’s glow softly frees.

The jade rabbit pounds its rice,
In a rhythm pure and precise,
Echoes of lore, tales entice,
A bond with the moon, a mystic splice.

Gazing up, hearts unite,
In the glow of the lunar light,
Chinese whispers take their flight,
Under the moon, a timeless sight.