Luna, the moon, so bright and round, In the dark night sky, she can be found. Her gentle glow, a guiding light, A beacon to guide us through the night. In times of change and new transitions, Her steady shine can calm our visions. The night time sky, a canvas dark, But Luna's glow, it leaves its mark. From full to crescent, her shape does change, A symbol of life's constant exchange. The phases of the moon, they ebb and flow,