In the cloak of night, she rises high,
The moon, a beacon in the sky.
Her silver rays, so soft and bright,
Illuminate the darkest night.

She whispers secrets to the stars,
Her voice a melody from afar.
In her glow, the world finds peace,
A timeless dance that will not cease.

The oceans rise to greet her light,
Tides that swell in pure delight.
Her presence, a celestial guide,
In her embrace, the world confides.

As dawn approaches, she fades away,
Promising to return another day.
The moon, a silent serenade,
In her glow, dreams are made.