[Poem] Lunar Lullaby

 

The moonbeams weave a silver thread,

A gentle light on sleepy head.

They paint the world in shades of gray,

And hush the whispers of the day.

 

The nightingale sings soft and low,

A lullaby for dreams to grow.

The moon, a watchful eye above,

Guiding us with gentle love.

 

So close your eyes and drift away,

To lands of wonder, come what may.

For in the moon's ethereal glow,

Sweet dreams and peaceful slumber flow.