In the hushed whispers of the night,
The moon casts its gentle light,
A silver beacon in the sky,
Guiding dreams as they fly by.

Bathed in luminescent grace,
It paints the world in soft embrace,
Shadows dance and softly sway,
In the moon’s enchanting play.

Silent guardian of the stars,
Watching over from afar,
Its presence calm, serene, and bright,
Guarding secrets of the night.

As the world drifts into sleep,
The moon its silent vigil keeps,
A timeless guide through dark and deep,
In dreams where wanderers leap.