The moon has a secret, soft and bright,
She whispers dreams through the quiet night.
She paints the stars with silver hue,
And hums a song the owls all knew.
She peeks through windows, calm and mild,
And kisses the dreams of every child.
So if you see her up so high,
Just wave and say, “Goodnight, moon in the sky.”
Moral: The world is full of quiet magic; you have to notice it.