In the quiet hush of twilight’s glow,
The silver moon begins its gentle climb.
Casting its light on the world below,
A guardian in the silent nighttime.

Through shadowed trees and whispered leaves,
Its luminescence dances and sways.
A soft embrace that never leaves,
Guiding wanderers through the night’s maze.

The moon sings of dreams yet to unfold,
In melodies only the heart can hear.
A story in silver quietly told,
Of hopes and fears and midnight’s tear.

So let the moonlight soothe your soul,
With gentle rays of celestial peace.
Under its glow, let your spirit be whole,
And find in the night a sweet release.