Beneath the vast celestial dome, a lantern bright,
The moon whispers tales of ancient lore,
Casting silver beams over jade rivers,
Her gentle glow, a bridge to dreams of yore.

In the quietude of the night, she dances alone,
Painting shadows on the pagoda’s face,
Her light a guide through bamboo groves,
Embracing souls with her tender grace.

She guards the secrets of the tranquil night,
Reflecting the wisdom of ages past,
With every phase, she tells a story,
Of love and loss, of shadows cast.

As dawn approaches, she softly fades,
Yet her presence lingers in the sky,
A silent promise of her return,
When stars once more begin to fly.