Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets as the tides glide. On distant shores, willow branches softly sway, While lonely boats drift through the misty bay. An old fisherman sings a melody low and deep, As memories of years gone by gently seep. The stars above twinkle like diamonds bright, Guiding dreamers through the tranquil night. Though time may pass and seasons change their hue, This timeless scene remains ever true. A painting of peace, in still...
