In the quiet of the night, the moon ascends,Its silver light a gentle, calm embrace,Whispering secrets to the stars, its friends,In the vast and silent, celestial space.Through the rustling leaves, it weaves its dream,Painting shadows on the earth below,A tranquil river in a luminous stream,Where time seems to linger, soft and slow.The world beneath basks in its serene glow,As the moon casts its spell, so pure and bright,A guardian of dreams, it watches below,Guiding our souls through the depths of night.In its light, hopes and wishes take flight,Cradled by the night’s gentle, tender grace,As the moon whispers tales of ancient might,In its silent journey through endless space.