In the velvet cloak of night, she rises high,
A silver disk that softly lights the way,
Her gentle glow a beacon in the sky,
Guiding lost souls through the shadows’ sway.

Her face, serene, tells tales of ages past,
Echoes of time etched in her quiet grace,
A silent witness to the world so vast,
Reflecting dreams that time cannot erase.

Beneath her gaze, the world finds calm and peace,
The restless heart finds solace in her glow,
In every beam, sweet whispers never cease,
A lullaby that sets the night aglow.

Oh moon, eternal guardian of the night,
Your gentle light brings hope and dreams anew,
In your embrace, the world feels pure delight,
A dance of light beneath the sky so blue.