A tale unfolds by the silent stream Where golden moonlight casts a dream An old man sits beneath the shade Of willow branches gently laid He carves a flute from fallen wood As generations since have stood Each note that floats upon the night Tells of darkness turned to light Children gather in the glow Learning what the elders know How laughter chases fear away And hope renews with each new day The river flows, the stories stay Guiding wanderers on their way Simple truths in twilight’s gleam ...