In the silence of the night, the moon ascends,
Casting its silver light over mountains high,
Reflections dance on the river bends,
Under the vast, star-studded sky.

Lanterns flicker in the gentle breeze,
Shadows play on ancient walls,
Whispering tales of centuries,
Of emperors’ courts and grandiose halls.

The moon, a witness to history’s flow,
Gazing down on warriors and poets alike,
Its glow a constant, gentle show,
Illuminating paths both dark and bright.

As the night deepens and dreams unfold,
The moon remains a steadfast friend,
A symbol of stories yet untold,
From beginning to never-ending end.