The Nature of the Moon

In the deepest dark of the night,
The endless and unknown,
'Tis then the moon shines most bright
And makes the night her own.

Amid the countless stars above
Her soft light draws you near,
She sweetly whispers words of love
To ease your earnest fear.

Yet, the nature of the moon
Is to wax and wane.
If she seems gone all too soon
Let strong your faith remain,
For she is always with you,
Constant is her plight.
She'll soon return, born anew,
To light your darkest night.