In the stillness of the night, she rises high,
Casting gentle beams that kiss the earth,
Her silver glow a tender lullaby,
Embracing dreams and giving them birth.
The whispers of the wind carry her song,
Across the fields and through the silent trees,
A melody where soft shadows belong,
Dancing with the rhythm of the evening breeze.
She watches over lovers and wanderers alike,
Her presence a comfort, a guiding light,
In her glow, all worries take flight,
For in her embrace, the world feels right.
O gentle moon, keeper of the nightâs lore,
Your beauty and grace forever endure,
Illuminating paths we’ve never explored,
You are the dreamerâs ultimate cure.