In the quiet of the night, she rises high,
A guardian of dreams, under the darkened sky.
Her silver light, a beacon so pure,
Illuminates the world, in a glow so demure.

Her face, a canvas of ancient lore,
Whispering secrets of times before.
Through the ages, she’s watched us grow,
A silent witness to all we know.

She dances with stars in a cosmic ballet,
Guiding travelers on their way.
With every phase, she changes her guise,
A celestial wonder, in our night skies.

Oh moon, you are a poet’s muse,
Inspiring verses with your hues.
Forever shining, in the night so still,
A mystical light, you’ll always fulfill.