Under the first full moon's gleam, Whispers of magic in the night stream. Silver light dances upon the trees, A mystical aura that only the moon sees. In its glow, secrets come alive, Stories of old begin to revive. The world bathed in lunar grace, A celestial dance in this sacred space. Whispers carried on the gentle breeze, Echoes of ancient mysteries. Under the first full moon's light, We are connected, souls take flight.