Beneath the vast and endless dome,
Where stars and shadows softly roam,
The whispers of the sky unfold,
In tales of silver, blue, and gold.

A moonbeam drapes the earth in light,
A quiet guardian of the night,
Its glow a song, so soft, so sweet,
A lullaby for hearts to meet.

The winds, they hum through ancient trees,
Their voice a hymn...