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 dance in the midnight ballet. A lonely boat drifts with the current’s grace, Carrying dreams to a far-off place. The fisherman sings a melody old and deep, While the world around him lies asleep. Memories ripple on the water’s face, Echoes of time leave no trace. Yet in this stillness, hearts find peace, As all earthly worries slowly cease...
