In the dark night, so vast and deep,
Lost souls roam, dreams to keep.
Only the moon's tender light,
Guides their steps, making paths bright.
When morning breaks, shadows sway,
The sun emerges, heralding the day.
But souls touched by the moon's gentle peer,
Might overlook its role as daylight draws near.
In trials and storms, when hope seems rare,
The moon shines, whispering it's there.
While the sun blazes, demanding the sky,
The moon's silent strength, one can't deny.
