The silver moon hangs o’er the tranquil lake,

Where willow branches dance and gently sway.

A lonely boat drifts by for heaven’s sake,

As stars above whisper what words can’t say.

An old man sits with memories so deep,

Recalling springs long lost to winter’s snow.

The promises his youthful heart would keep

Now flow where silent waters ever go.

Yet in this night he finds a strange new peace -

The moon that saw his joys and sorrows past

Still grants the world her gentle bright release,

And makes each moment precious to the last.