Whispers of the Moon

In the stillness of the night,
When the world is bathed in silver light,
The moon, a gentle guardian on high,
Whispers secrets to the starlit sky.

Her voice, a soft and ethereal breeze,
Carries tales of ancient mysteries,
Of love and loss, of joy and pain,
Of life’s great cycle, an endless chain.

To those who listen, she imparts
Wisdom that touches deep in their hearts,
A guiding light in the darkest hour,
A source of strength, a soothing power.

She speaks of dreams and destiny,
Of paths unseen, yet meant to be,
Of hopes and fears, of what might come,
A symphony of the yet unsung.

In her whispers, there’s a magic spell,
A timeless story she yearns to tell,
Of the beauty found in the unknown,
And the seeds of change that we’ve all sown.

So in the quiet of the night,
When the moon is full and shining bright,
Lend your ear to her gentle call,
And let her whispers enchant your soul.

For in her words, you’ll find the key
To unlock the truth that sets you free,
A compass pointing to your north star,
A reminder of who you truly are.

The moon, a constant in the sky,
A witness to the passing by
Of countless lives and countless tales,
Her whispers carried on cosmic trails.

So listen closely, don’t be afraid,
To the secrets that the moon has laid,
In her whispers, you’ll find the way
To navigate life’s grand array.

And when the dawn breaks anew,
Her whispers will stay with you,
A guiding light, forever true,
The moon’s sweet whispers, forever new.