Lunar reflections月下沉思

Upon the canvas of the night it gleams，

The moon， a silent guardian of dreams.

With every crater， ridge and mare，

It paints a portrait of the cosmos rare.

It cycles through its phases with such grace，

Bestowing on the dark a silver face.

Through aeons old， its voyage never strays，

Still casting light upon our world＇s expanse.

夜幕如绢，斯月灿然，

守梦静卫，夜空之边。（剩余161字）