In the quiet whispers of the night,She rises, casting her gentle light,A guardian of dreams, serene and bright,Guiding the lost with her silver sight.Her face, a map of stories untold,Reflects the mysteries of ages old,In her glow, every shadow unfolds,As the stars in her presence, bold.She dances with the tides, a celestial queen,In her embrace, the world feels serene,A silent watcher of scenes unseen,In her light, all hearts convene.Oh moon, with your eternal grace,In your light, we find our place,Through the night, we trace your face,In your glow, time leaves no trace.