Beneath the velvet sky, the moonlight weaves,
A tapestry of dreams, where silence breathes.
Its gentle glow, a soft embrace,
Illuminating shadows, finding grace.

The silver orb, a guardian of night,
Guides lost souls with its calming light.
In the stillness, whispers softly play,
As the moon paints the world in shades of gray.

Through ancient trees, its glow cascades,
Dancing on leaves, where mystery pervades.
A celestial dance, timeless and true,
Connecting hearts under a sky so blue.

In the moon’s embrace, dreams take flight,
Soaring high in the quiet of night.
A serenade of silver, pure and bright,
The moon sings softly, in the gentle light.