At dusk, the moon ascends with grace,
Casting a silvery glow upon the earth,
Whispering secrets of the night,
In the quietude, it finds its birth.

Through the leafy canopy, it weaves,
A tapestry of light and shade,
Illuminating dreams and silent eves,
Guiding the lost, in moonbeams bathed.

Upon the still waters, it dances,
Sending ripples of ethereal light,
Each wave a gentle, glowing trance,
Embracing the soul in the hush of night.

As stars twinkle in reverent awe,
The moon smiles with tender might,
A guardian of the dreams it saw,
In the tranquil embrace of moonlight.