In the vast canvas of the midnight sky,
The moon ascends with gentle grace.
A beacon amidst the silent stars,
Its glow a soft, celestial embrace.
Whispers of ancient tales it holds,
In silver light that dances on the sea.
A silent guardian of dreams untold,
Cradling the night in serenity.
Through phases it wanders, ever alone,
Yet never lost in the endless expanse.
A guiding light for the weary soul,
Inviting all to its timeless dance.
Oh, how it watches with tender gaze,
As shadows play upon the earth.
A witness to the world’s quiet ways,
In its presence, we find rebirth.