Lunar Ballet

A silver disc, a cosmic sight, A nightly dance, a fading light. A crescent born, a hopeful gleam, A promise whispered, a nascent dream. It waxes bright, a pearl, serene, A full moon's glow, a mystic scene. A harvest moon, a hunter's guide, A timeless beauty, far and wide. But time unfurls, a waning grace, A gibbous form, a fading face. A quarter lost, a darkened sphere, A cycle ending, drawing near. A crescent wanes, a sliver's sight, A final glimpse, a farewell night. A new moon's birth, a hidden seed, A cycle's end, a future's creed. Eternal dance, a cosmic play, A lunar rhythm, night and day. A silent witness, a mystic guide, A celestial beauty, far and wide.