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

More precious than they may seem