Silver beams light the autumn’s serene face,

Fields of gold shine with celestial grace.

The moon ascends, a guardian of the sky,

Watching over dreams as the world sighs.

Under the moon, hearts find their glow,

A gentle warmth the night bestows.

Each ray a story, a timeless lore,

Under its light, we are whole once more.

Golden fields sway in the moonlit breeze,

Nature sings softly, its voice with ease.

The world stands still, wrapped in quiet care,

Moments like these, precious and rare.

Under the moon, hearts find their glow,

A gentle warmth the night bestows.

Each ray a story, a timeless lore,

Under its light, we are whole once more.

The harvest moon smiles, its glow so kind,

A symbol of plenty, of peace we find.

Its light a beacon for hearts lost in fear,

Drawing us closer, holding us near.

Under the moon, hearts find their glow,

A gentle warmth the night bestows.

Each ray a story, a timeless lore,

Under its light, we are whole once more.