Beneath the velvet cloak of night,
The stars, they shimmer, pure and bright,
Whispering secrets to the moon,
A lullaby, a celestial tune.

The constellations weave their tales,
Of heroes, love, and distant sails,
Across the sky in silent grace,
They paint a map in cosmic space.

The moon, a guardian, stands watch,
Over dreams and thoughts we clutch,
Guiding us through shadows deep,
As the world succumbs to sleep.

In this vast and endless dome,
We find a sense of quiet home,
The night sky, an eternal friend,
Where wonder and mystery blend.