In the quiet night, the moonlight gleams,
A silver glow that fuels our dreams.
Through darkest hours, it softly spreads,
A magic touch on weary heads.
It whispers tales of hope and fight,
Of chasing dreams beneath the night.
No sun to guide, no glaring beams,
Just gentle light and silent streams.
It speaks of calm, of quiet might,
Of battles won without the fight.
A gentle push, a soft embrace,
The moonlight’s magic fills the space.
So when you’re lost, in dark or doubt,
Look to the moon that’s shining out.
It’s not the sun that lights your way,
But moonlight’s glow, that saves the day.
With every beam, a promise set,
That dreams aren’t gone; they’re shining yet.
So trust the night, and take your flight,
With the magic of the moonlight bright.
