In the quiet of the night, the moon whispers soft,
Through veils of silver clouds, it shines aloft.
A beacon in the midnight sky, serene and bright,
Guiding lost souls with its gentle light.

The stars, like scattered diamonds, around it gleam,
Enhancing the moon’s ethereal, silken beam.
A celestial dance unfolds, a timeless rite,
As shadows fade beneath its watchful sight.

Craters and valleys tell tales of ancient lore,
Of cosmic battles and mysteries to explore.
The moon, a silent guardian of the night,
Holds secrets of the universe, hidden from sight.

As dawn approaches and the moon begins to wane,
It whispers promises to return again.
A constant in the ever-changing skies,
The moon remains a wonder to our eyes.