In the stillness of the night, she rises,
Casting her glow upon the earth below.
A guardian of dreams, she softly advises,
Whispering secrets only she can bestow.

Her light dances on the rippling streams,
Glistening like diamonds in the cool night air.
Illuminating the world with gentle beams,
A celestial presence beyond compare.

The nightingale sings to her luminous face,
A serenade woven in the fabric of night.
In her embrace, time loses its trace,
As shadows dissolve in her radiant light.

Oh, moon, eternal in your celestial flight,
Guide the wanderers lost in the dark.
With your soft, tranquil, and silvery light,
You kindle hope with a gentle spark.