In the quiet of night, she softly glows,
The moon, a beacon in the velvet sky,
Her gentle light on dreams bestows,
A silver whisper, a lullaby.

She watches over the world below,
A silent guardian, calm and bright,
Her stories in ancient craters flow,
Etched by time’s unyielding might.

Through shifting clouds, she peeks and hides,
A dance of shadows in the night air,
Her presence felt in ocean tides,
A cosmic bond beyond compare.

Oh, moon, with your timeless grace,
Illuminate paths with your tender glow,
In your serene and celestial space,
A tranquil beauty that we all know.