In the quiet of the night, where shadows dance,
A silver glow whispers through the leaves,
The moon, a guardian of dreams by chance,
Guides the wandering soul who believes.

Stars adorn the velvet sky, a celestial thread,
Weaving stories untold, ancient and deep,
In their embrace, countless dreams are fed,
As the world around us softly drifts to sleep.

The gentle breeze carries tales of yore,
Through the forest’s heart, where secrets dwell,
In the moon’s soft glow, we find evermore,
A haven where silent symphonies swell.

As dawn approaches, the spell breaks anew,
The moon bids farewell with a tender sigh,
Yet in our hearts, its light remains true,
A timeless beacon in the endless sky.