The Whispers of the Moon

Softly glowing in the night,
With a silver, shimmering light,
The moon whispers secrets to the earth,
Of love, of loss, of death, of birth.

She tells of dreams and hopes and fears,
Of laughter shared and shed tears,
Of journeys taken, and those to come,
Of battles fought, and battles won.

She speaks in quiet, gentle tones,
Of love that lasts, and hearts that roam,
Of passion burning bright and true,
Of all the things we long to do.

And in her light we find our peace,
Our souls released, our worries ceased,
For in her whispers we can hear,
The promise of a brand new year.

So let us listen to her call,
And let her light guide us all,
For in her whispers we can find,
The answers to the questions in our mind.

The moon's whispers are a lullaby,
That soothes our souls and eases our sighs,
She tells us tales of long ago,
Of ancient wisdom, and things we know.

For she has seen the world evolve,
From the earliest days to now, she's resolved,
To watch over us with her gentle light,
Guiding us through the darkest of nights.

And as we gaze up at her glow,
We feel the love that she bestows,
A love that's patient, kind, and true,
A love that will always see us through.

So let us bask in her gentle beam,
And let her whispers be our dream,
For in her light we find our way,
To live and love another day.

The moon's whispers are a reminder,
That life is fleeting, and time is a binder,
That we should cherish every moment,
And make the most of every component.

For like the moon, we too will fade,
Into the darkness, our bodies decayed,
But our spirits will live on forever,
In the memories of those we endeavor.

So let us dance in the moon's glow,
And let her whispers guide us as we go,
For in her light we find our grace,
And in her whispers, we find our place.

And when our time on earth is done,
And we journey to where the moon has gone,
We'll know that we were never alone,
For the moon's whispers were always our home.