The moonlight falls so faintly through the air.

Its silver beams drift softly to the grass,

With whitest roses threaded through its hair,

As though a braid from such a pretty lass.

The silver sphere that sits upon the sky,

With hordes of stars that live by its command,

Provokes the thoughts of man to wonder why

It sits with lights as num'rous as the sand.

The insects of the night soon join its song,

With chirps and buzzes all throughout the night.

They sing this wond'rous tune for all night long,

Until the day with sun brings forth new light.

The moonlight, with its soft and gentle glow,

The moonlight causes all the world to slow.