Beside the mossy stones I stray, Where silver waters dance and play. A gentle breeze stirs pine trees tall, As twilight’s purple shadows fall. Two fishermen in boat converse, Their ancient rhymes they softly rehearse. Of moonlit lakes and plum blooms fair, Beyond the world’s relentless care. A heron stands in still repose, Where wild chrysanthemums unclose. The mountains wear their misty veil, Telling an old immortal tale. The stream flows on through endless time, Carrying dreams in rhythm an...
