The moon

In the velvet night, there shines a light, A silver orb, glowing bright. The moon above, so full and round, casting shadows on the ground. It bathes the world in a gentle glow, Guiding travelers below. A silent guardian through the night, A beacon of celestial light. In its presence, stars align, In the quiet, hearts entwine. The moon, in its tranquil grace, illuminates our shared space.