In the silent night, the moon ascends,
A beacon bright, where darkness ends.
Her silver glow, a tender light,
Guides the souls through endless night.

She whispers tales of ancient lore,
Of times and places gone before.
Her visage calm, yet full of might,
She guards the dreams that take their flight.

Among the stars, she finds her place,
A queen of night with gentle grace.
Her presence soothes the weary heart,
A celestial work of art.

Oh moon, you paint the sky so vast,
A timeless beauty that shall last.
In your embrace, the world finds peace,
And all its troubles seem to cease.