The moon ascends, a silver queen,
Her glow reflects on skies serene.
She dances slow, with clouds in flight,
In rhythms soft beneath the night.

The stars peek through with whispered gleam,
As moon and cloud, in tender dream,
They waltz through heavens, high and far,
A ballet ‘neath the watching star.

Her light cascades on seas below,
Where gentle winds and waters flow.
The clouds, they twirl in sweet embrace,
As moonlight kisses every face.

Their dance, a song without a sound,
In skies where endless dreams are found.
A perfect pair, so soft and bright—
The moon, the clouds, the endless night.