The moon ascends in the twilight sky,
A silver beacon, calm and high.
It whispers tales of ancient lore,
Of dreams and wonders, forever more.

Beneath its glow, the shadows play,
Dancing softly, night and day.
It casts a light, both soft and bright,
Guiding hearts through the darkest night.

The stars align in its gentle grace,
A cosmic ballet, a celestial chase.
It holds the secrets of the deep,
In silent vigil, while we sleep.

O moon, keeper of the night,
Your presence fills us with pure delight.
In your embrace, we find our peace,
As all our worldly troubles cease.