Lunar Whispers

Soft silver beams pierce forest deep,
Where ancient trees their vigil keep.
Moonlight dances, leaf to leaf,
A gentle glow beyond belief.

Dappled shadows paint the ground,
In patterns intricate, profound.
Each beam a brush of liquid light,
Illuminating secrets of the night.

Through gnarled branches, wise with years,
The moon’s soft gaze now appears.
It speaks of calm in silent ways,
Of patience learned through countless days.

This gentle radiance from above,
Touches earth with tender love.
It soothes the soul, calms the mind,
Leaving daily cares behind.

In this ethereal, peaceful scene,
We glimpse a wisdom rarely seen.
The moon, so far, yet feels so near,
Its light makes mysteries clear.

Filtered through the leafy bower,
Moonbeams hold a subtle power.
They whisper truths both old and new,
Of beauty that will see us through.

Like sages draped in silver sheen,
The trees stand tall, serene.
Their branches raised in silent prayer,
To catch the moonlight in their care.