Amidst the jade mountains, the moon whispers soft,
Its silver light dancing on the tranquil stream.
Shadows of ancient trees sway gently aloft,
As if in a never-ending, celestial dream.

Lanterns glow with a tender, golden hue,
Reflecting tales of old, of love and lore.
The night sky, a canvas of midnight blue,
Holds secrets that lie in the heart’s core.

The moon’s face, serene and ever wise,
Watches over the world with a gentle grace.
In her gaze, the truth of the universe lies,
A silent guardian of time and space.

Softly, she sings a lullaby to the night,
Her voice a melody of calm and peace.
Under her spell, the world feels light,
As worries and sorrows gently cease.