In the stillness of the velvet night,
The moon hangs, a lantern bright,
Whispering secrets to the stars,
Guiding dreams from near and far.
Her silver beams caress the earth,
A silent witness to our mirth,
She listens to the lover’s sigh,
And watches over every cry.
The moon, a guardian so serene,
Bathes the world in a soft gleam,
She dances with the midnight breeze,
Among the swaying, whispering trees.
In her light, we find our peace,
A moment where our worries cease,
The moon’s embrace, both calm and wise,
Reflects the love within her eyes.