In the velvet sky, the moon ascends,
A beacon of light where darkness bends.
Her silver glow, a gentle embrace,
Illuminates dreams, a celestial grace.

She whispers tales of ancient lore,
Of distant worlds and oceans’ roar.
Her tranquil gaze, a timeless spell,
Guides the lost where shadows dwell.

Through the night, she softly glides,
A guardian where the starlight hides.
Her presence calm, a soothing balm,
In her glow, the world finds calm.

Oh, moon, eternal in your flight,
Keeper of secrets woven in night.
Your beauty shines, a tender song,
In your light, we all belong.