Murmurs of the Majestic Moon
Under the cloak of the tranquil night,
Whispers the moon, a beacon so bright.
Gazing upon the silent earth below,
It bathes the world in a silver glow.
Through the dance of the leaves in the gentle breeze,
It murmurs secrets to the trees.
Reflections on a river's face,
Carrying dreams through time and space.
Amidst the stars, it softly speaks,
Of love's eternal chase and mystique.
Guiding the lost, comforting the forlorn,
In its light, hope is reborn.
The night's quiet sentinel, on its celestial throne,
Witness to the life below, both known and unknown.
In its quiet majesty, a solace we find,
A reminder of the beauty in the world entwined.