Under the velvet sky, the moonlight weaves,
A tapestry of dreams, where hearts believe.
Silvery whispers through the midnight air,
The moon’s gentle touch, tender and rare.

In the stillness of night, her glow so pure,
A beacon of hope, a light to endure.
Through the dark hours, she softly gleams,
Guiding our souls through endless dreams.

Shadows dance in her luminous gaze,
Enchanting the world in a mystical haze.
Each phase a promise, a story untold,
The moon’s silent beauty, timeless and bold.

She watches over, a celestial guide,
In her presence, sorrows subside.
The moon, a guardian of the night,
Bathing the world in ethereal light.