The silver moon hangs o’er the tranquil lake,

Where willow branches dance and softly sway.

A lonely boat drifts by for memory’s sake,

As stars above whisper what words cannot say.

An old man sits upon the mossy stone,

His flute’s faint melody the night embraces.

He plays of joys and sorrows he has known,

While moonlight traces tears upon their faces.

The waters hold the secrets of the years,

Each ripple tales of love and lost goodbyes.

The night wind hums a tune that stills all fears,

As constellations watch with silent eyes.

Dawn’s gentle light will soon dispel the night,

Yet dreams remain where moon and water meet.

The world awakes to morning’s golden bright,

But hearts still linger in the night’s sweet beat.