In the tranquil night, the moon ascends high,
Casting a silver glow across the sky.
Her gentle rays caress the world below,
Whispering secrets only she could know.
As stars twinkle in her celestial dance,
She watches over with a loving glance.
The night is calm under her soothing light,
Guiding lost souls through the darkest night.
She is the muse for poets and dreamers,
Inspiring tales of love and believers.
In her presence, hearts find their peace,
A silent promise that worries will cease.
The moon, a beacon in the vast expanse,
Holds the world’s dreams in her timeless trance.
Eternal and constant, she remains near,
A guardian of night, forever dear.