Beneath the velvet sky, where stars convene,
The moonlight whispers secrets, soft and keen,
It dances on the waves, a silver gleam,
And bathes the world in an ethereal dream.

Through ancient trees, it weaves a silver thread,
Illuminating paths where shadows tread,
The night becomes a canvas, vast and wide,
With moonlight painting stories on the tide.

It kisses every petal, leaf, and stone,
A silent witness, always there, alone,
Each beam a tender touch, a lover’s sigh,
Embracing earth with light from up on high.

And in the stillness, hearts begin to hear,
The moonlight’s song, so haunting, pure, and clear,
A melody that lingers in the night,
Whispering dreams beneath its gentle light.