Lunar Village

In the stillness of the night, the village stirs, A lone figure walks, with heart that endures. The moon above, a beacon bright, Casts shadows deep, in the silent light. The houses stand, like sentinels of old, Their windows glowing, with stories untold. A cat roams free, with eyes that shine, As the world slumbers, in a peaceful shrine. In this quiet scene, we find our peace, A sense of belonging, to the world's release. The night air whispers, secrets in our ear, Of dreams and hopes, and the mysteries so dear. The village sleeps, but the heart remains, Awake and watching, through the lunar reign.