In the hush of midnight’s gentle embrace,
The moonlight dances with a silver grace.
It whispers secrets to the sleeping earth,
A lullaby of dreams and silent mirth.

Through ancient trees, its glow softly weaves,
Casting shadows and stories among the leaves.
A symphony of light that gently sings,
To the hearts of wanderers, peace it brings.

Reflecting on the water’s tranquil face,
The moonlight’s touch, a tender, soft embrace.
It guides the lost with its radiant gleam,
A beacon of hope in the night’s serene dream.

Oh, moonlight, keeper of night’s gentle art,
You weave your magic into every heart.
In your glow, we find solace and might,
A celestial guide through the darkest night.