Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide,

A gentle breeze whispers secrets to the tide.

On distant shores, the willow branches sway,

As stars above light up the night’s dark way.

A lonely boat drifts slowly with the stream,

Its passenger lost in a silent dream.

Of memories etched like ancient, faded scrolls,

And timeless tales the passing water holds.

The current carries petals from the bloom,

That danced in daylight, scattering their perfume.

Now night embraces all with tranquil grace,

As time and space find peace in this still place.

Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide,

A gentle breeze whispers secrets to the tide.

On distant shores, the willow branches sway,

As stars above light up the night’s dark way.

A lonely boat drifts slowly with the stream,

Its passenger lost in a silent dream.

Of memories etched like ancient, faded scrolls,

And timeless tales the passing water holds.

The current carries petals from the bloom,

That danced in daylight, scattering their perfume.

Now night embraces all with tranquil grace,

As time and space find peace in this still place.