The Moonlit River
<The Moonlit River> A silver ribbon winds through sleeping hills, Where cold stars dance upon the liquid glass. A lonely fisher’s boat the silence fills, As memories of spring on currents pass. The moon, a pearl dropped from the hand of night, Guides wanderers home with gentle beams. While weeping willows kiss the water’s light, And trace their sorrows in the river’s dreams. Yet dawn will come to wash the stars away— This timeless flow knows neither pause nor end. Just one bright moment stole...
The Moonlit River
<The Moonlit River> A silver ribbon winds through sleeping hills, Where cold stars dance upon the liquid glass. A lonely fisher’s boat the silence fills, As memories of spring on currents pass. The moon, a pearl dropped from the hand of night, Guides wanderers home with gentle beams. While weeping willows kiss the water’s light, And trace their sorrows in the river’s dreams. Yet dawn will come to wash the stars away— This timeless flow knows neither pause nor end. Just one bright moment stole...
The Whispering Brook
Beside the mossy stones I stray, Where silver waters dance and play. A gentle breeze whispers through the pine, Weaving tales of forgotten time. Two butterflies chase the morning light, Dipping in blossoms, drunk with delight. An old fisherman drifts down the stream, Lost in a half-remembered dream. The mountains wear a cloak of misty blue, Guarding secrets ancient and true. Yet the babbling brook sings on, clear and low, Of journeys only the brave may go.
The Whispering Brook
Beside the mossy stones I stray, Where silver waters dance and play. A gentle breeze whispers through the pine, Weaving tales of forgotten time. Two butterflies chase the morning light, Dipping in blossoms, drunk with delight. An old fisherman drifts down the stream, Lost in a half-remembered dream. The mountains wear a cloak of misty blue, Guarding secrets ancient and true. Yet the babbling brook sings on, clear and low, Of journeys only the brave may go.
