In the cloak of midnight’s gentle embrace,
The moon rises with a silent grace.
Her light, a silver thread through the dark,
Guides the lost with a celestial spark.
She watches over the sleeping earth,
A guardian of dreams and quiet mirth.
Her face, a canvas of ancient tales,
Reflects the whispers of cosmic gales.
The tides respond to her distant call,
A dance eternal, a rhythmic sprawl.
In her presence, shadows softly sway,
As night folds into the arms of day.
O moon, keeper of the nightâs serene,
In your glow, the world’s secrets are seen.
Through clouds and time, your light remains,
A timeless witness to human pains.