Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A lonely fisherman rows with the turning tide. His lantern flickers soft, a star on waters deep, While distant mountains guard the world in silent sleep. He casts his net where lotus blossoms sway, And catches moonbeams in their silvery play. No words are spoken in this tranquil night, Just peace that settles in the heart so light. The breeze whispers through reeds a gentle song, Of journeys taken and where they belong. At dawn he’ll sail back...

Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A lonely fisherman rows with the turning tide. His lantern flickers soft, a star on waters deep, While distant mountains guard the world in silent sleep. He casts his net where lotus blossoms sway, And catches moonbeams in their silvery play. No words are spoken in this tranquil night, Just peace that settles in the heart so light. The breeze whispers through reeds a gentle song, Of journeys taken and where they belong. At dawn he’ll sail back...