Poem for Luna

A poem dedicated to the moon's mysterious beauty. Pls. rate/review

When the sun resigns to rest,
The moon softly lights the night.
And silently gleaming around her nest
Are her children, the stars, all glowing bright.

The elusive beauty of the moon
Surpasses that of The Queen of the Nile.
The mountains and valleys all sigh and swoon
At the sight of that gentle lunar smile.

She wakes the owls and wooes the trees,
And strokes the plains with elegant ease.
She hides behind the clouds to play
And peeks at windows with secrets to say.

When she tires, of course, she wakes the sun,
Who gladly rose with a shining beam.
He tucks her and her children snug
As they slowly close their eyes and dream.