A silver moon floats on the river deep, Where willows weep and silent waters sleep. A lonely boat drifts with the gentle tide, Carrying dreams that in the heart abide. The fisherman sings a song old and slow, Of memories from times long ago. Stars above like distant lanterns glow, Guiding lost souls where soft breezes blow. No words are spoken, yet the night hears all— The whisper of peace after day’s harsh call. In this quiet world, worries fade and fall, As moonlight paints its grace upon t...

A silver moon floats on the river deep, Where willows weep and silent waters sleep. A lonely boat drifts with the gentle tide, Carrying dreams that in the heart abide. The fisherman sings a song old and slow, Of memories from times long ago. Stars above like distant lanterns glow, Guiding lost souls where soft breezes blow. No words are spoken, yet the night hears all— The whisper of peace after day’s harsh call. In this quiet world, worries fade and fall, As moonlight paints its grace upon t...