SILVER HAZE ON THE HORIZON

The moon, a celestial delight,

Hangs in the sky, shining so bright.

A beacon of light in the darkest of nights,

Guiding us through the shadows and sights.

Its phases wax and wane with time,

From new to full, a constant climb.

Its beauty and grace, a work of art,

Inspiring poets, painters, and the heart.

It rises in the east, sets in the west,

A dance with the stars, it never rests.

Its mystery and magic, a source of awe,

A reminder of the universe's grand draw.

Oh moon, how you shine so serene,

A symbol of hope, a source of dream.

Your light illuminates the sky,

And in our hearts, it will forever lie.