Beneath the Turning Sky Beneath the moon's soft silver glow, A Ferris wheel turns slow below. Its lights like stars that gently shine, Reminding hearts that time is kind. Each rise brings hope, each fall brings grace, Life moves at its own quiet pace. The night is still, the air is free, A whispered dream calls out to me. The moon looks on with silent light, Guarding every soul tonight. Though circles bring us where we've been, They also let new dreams begin. So let the wheel continue high, Reaching for the endless sky. For every turn, both near and far, Leads us closer to who we are. 🌙🎡