Moonlit Reflections
The silver moon hangs o’er the tranquil bay, Where whispering waves in gentle rhythms play. A lonely sail drifts toward the horizon’s gleam, As water mirrors heaven’s diamond dream. On shores of time, two ancient pines still stand, Their roots deep-clutched in poetic land. They’ve watched dynasties rise and fall like tides, While holding secrets where the soul resides. A fisherman sings songs of ages past, His notes on night’s black canvas softly cast. The stars lean down to catch the mournfu...
Moonlit Reflections
The silver moon hangs o’er the tranquil bay, Where whispering waves in gentle rhythms play. A lonely sail drifts toward the horizon’s gleam, As water mirrors heaven’s diamond dream. On shores of time, two ancient pines still stand, Their roots deep-clutched in poetic land. They’ve watched dynasties rise and fall like tides, While holding secrets where the soul resides. A fisherman sings songs of ages past, His notes on night’s black canvas softly cast. The stars lean down to catch the mournfu...
