In the stillness of the midnight air,
The moon ascends, a glowing sphere,
She bathes the world in silvery light,
A guardian of the quiet night.
Her presence, calm and ever bright,
Guides the lost through darkest plight,
A celestial beacon, serene and grand,
Whispering secrets to the land.
The stars, her loyal companions, gleam,
Together they craft a wondrous dream,
A tapestry of cosmic might,
Enchanting every mortal sight.
Oh, moon, with your tranquil gaze,
You turn the night into a maze,
Of shadows, dreams, and pure delight,
Until the dawn breaks morning light.