Beneath the velvet canopy of night,
The moon whispers secrets in its silver light.
A beacon of calm, it softly glows,
Guiding lost souls where the starlight flows.
In the silence of the midnight hour,
It wields an ancient, mystic power.
Shadows dance in its tender embrace,
Painting dreams across the celestial space.
The moon, a sentinel in the vast expanse,
Reflects the sunâs forgotten glance.
Ever watchful, it serenades the sea,
With lullabies of timeless mystery.
Through the cycles of its gentle phases,
It weaves stories of a thousand ages.
A silent guardian, it hangs so high,
Illuminating the whispers of the night sky.