Beneath the velvet sky, the moon ascends,
A silvery sentinel amidst the night.
Stars gather round, old friends,
Whispering secrets in their gentle light.

The moon’s soft glow, a tender embrace,
Illuminates the world below with grace.
Stars twinkle, a celestial race,
Each one in its own special place.

In the quiet, dreams take flight,
Guided by the moon and stars so bright.
They dance and weave through the night,
Painting the sky with their light.

As dawn approaches, the moon bids adieu,
Stars fade, giving way to morning’s hue.
But in the heart, their magic stays true,
The moon and stars, forever in view.