Beneath the vast and endless sky,
The ancient moon begins her dance,
Casting silver beams that fly,
In a timeless, gentle trance.
Her light whispers tales untold,
Of empires lost and dreams anew,
In shadows deep and stories old,
She paints the night in hues of blue.
The lanterns glow with fiery pride,
As lovers gaze with longing hearts,
While tides of time and dreams collide,
Underneath her watch, the world departs.
Oh, ancient moon, with wisdom vast,
Guide us through the night so long,
With every phase, until the last,
Your silver light, a soothing song.