In the quiet of the night, the moonlight gleams,
A silvery whisper, weaving through dreams.
Gentle beams dance on the tranquil sea,
Painting the world in a serene decree.

Through the velvety sky, it softly glides,
A celestial guardian, with secrets it hides.
Ancient and wise, its glow so pure,
A beacon of hope, so strong and sure.

The moon’s soft whispers, a lullaby sweet,
Guiding lost souls to a peaceful retreat.
Under its watch, the world finds rest,
Enveloped in calm, feeling truly blessed.

Eternal and steadfast, it lights the night,
A symbol of love, of eternal light.
In its embrace, we find our way,
Through the darkest hours, to the light of day.