The Moon

The Moon, so bright and fair,

Shines down upon the earth,

A beacon in the night sky,

Of boundless, timeless worth.

With its gentle, silver light,

It guides us through the dark,

A constant, shining companion,

A beauty, stark.

But as it waxes and wanes,

It tells a tale of time,

Of life and death and change,

In the cosmic rhyme.

And though it may seem distant,

It is always there,

A reminder of the beauty,

That surrounds us everywhere.

So let us look up at the moon,

With wonder in our eyes,

And feel the magic of its light,

As it continues to rise.