In the quiet night, the moon does rise,
A beacon bright in the velvet skies.
It whispers tales of ancient lore,
Of dreams and hopes forevermore.

Beneath its glow, the world seems still,
As shadows dance upon the hill.
A silver path it carves with grace,
Illuminating every place.

The stars they twinkle, shy and small,
While Luna’s light embraces all.
A guardian of the night she stands,
With tender light and gentle hands.

So let the moonlight guide your way,
Through darkest night and break of day.
For in its glow, you’ll find your peace,
A quiet heart, a sweet release.