The Lunar Lullaby

The moon, a celestial beauty, so serene,

Hangs in the sky, like a silver dream.

It rises each night, with grace and allure,

Its light, a soft glow, that's pure and sure.

It dances with the stars, in a celestial show,

And casts its spell, on the world below.

With its phases and eclipses, so cyclic and grand,

It tells the story, of time's shifting sands.

It's a symbol of mystery and magic so bright,

Inspiring poets and lovers, in the dead of night.

With its craters and valleys, so rugged and rough,

It shows us the beauty, of the world, when it's enough.

It's a companion to the earth, in its endless dance,

Guiding the tides, in a rhythmic chance.

A beacon of hope, in the dark and lonely sky,

It shines its light, and never says goodbye.

So let us look upon the moon, with wonder and awe,

And be grateful for its beauty, that we can all recall.

For it is a wondrous gift, from the heavens above,

A shining light, that we should cherish and love.