Oh, silver orb that lights the night,
A constant presence in the sky,
Your gentle glow a soothing sight,
As you journey through the night.
You wax and wane in cycles clear,
A symbol of renewal and rebirth,
Your phases marking out the year,
A steady guide upon the earth.
You’ve captured hearts and minds for ages,
Inspiring tales and myths galore,
From werewolves to celestial mages,
Your lore is rich and so much more.
You’ve watched the world from up above,
As ages pass and empires fall,
And yet you keep on shining love,
A beacon bright, for one and all.
So here’s to you, dear moon on high,
A mystery that we’ll never solve,
You’ll keep on shining in the sky,
And we’ll keep gazing with resolve.
