Writers 
Whispers of the Moon
In the velvet cloak of night,
Where stars like diamonds twinkle bright,
There hangs a silver, glowing sphere,
A friend to all who gather near.
Oh, dear Moon, so wise and old,
With stories whispered, softly told,
You light the paths of wandering souls,
And cradle dreams as the night unfolds.
When twilight dances, shadows play,
You rise to guide the end of day.
A gentle glow on trees and streams,
You paint the world with silver beams.
The poets seek your tender gaze,
To weave their words in a dreamy haze.
The lovers sigh beneath your light,
Finding magic in the still of night.
You’ve watched the tides in ebb and flow,
A cosmic dance, a timeless show.
The ocean's heart beats in your sway,
As you pull the waves, come what may.
The children gaze with wide-eyed wonder,
At your soft face, like clouds of thunder.
You hold their secrets, their whispered fears,
And catch their laughter through the years.
Oh, Moon, you wear a crown of night,
A beacon shining, pure and bright.
With every phase, you teach us change,
That life’s a cycle, vast and strange.
When full and round, you’re bold and proud,
Yet in your shadows, there's comfort found.
For even in darkness, you’re still the guide,
A gentle presence, always by our side.
So here’s to you, our lunar friend,
A light that shines, that will not end.
In every heart, you leave your mark,
A timeless glow in the endless dark.
As long as night shall kiss the day,
We’ll look to you, come what may.
Oh, Moon above, with your tender tune,
We’ll dance together, beneath your boon.
