A silver moon floats on the river deep, Where silent waves in dreamlike stillness sleep. A lone boat drifts with melodies so clear, As notes dance softly for the night to hear. The fisherman sings of journeys far and wide, Of memories carried on the gentle tide. His song weaves through the mist, a timeless art, Echoing the rhythm of the heart. Stars blink above, reflecting in the stream, As whispers blend into a tranquil dream. Though dawn may break and night must fade away, The music lingers...
