In the silent night, she rises high,
A silver orb in the velvet sky.
She dances on the waves of dreams,
Illuminating with gentle beams.
Her light, a whisper soft and sweet,
Guides the weary with her gentle beat.
A guardian in the darkened sea,
She watches over you and me.
Her phases tell a timeless tale,
Of waxing hope and waning frail.
A cycle endless, old yet new,
A mystery in the midnight hue.
O moon, you weave a spell so grand,
Across the sky, above the land.
Your beauty in the night does bloom,
A silent witness in the gloom.