In the stillness of the whispering night,
The moon casts its silvery glow,
A gentle guardian with its tender light,
Watching over the world below.

Through the cloud’s soft, drifting veil,
Its face appears with serene grace,
Telling stories of old in the pale,
Illuminating the vast, endless space.

A silent companion to the wandering soul,
Guiding dreams with its luminous beam,
In its presence, hearts find their role,
In the quiet dance of a moonlit dream.

As the night unfolds its velvet cloak,
The moon whispers secrets untold,
In its glow, new hopes evoke,
A timeless tale in silver and gold.