Beside the mossy stones I stray, Where silver waters dance and play. A gentle murmur fills the air, As sunlight threads through branches bare. Two sparrows dip their wings to drink, Upon the faded river’s brink. The ancient pines stand tall and deep, Guardians of secrets while the world’s asleep. A lonely fisherman drifts by, Beneath the vast and cloudless sky. His bamboo pole and straw hat gleam, Part of the flowing water’s dream. This stream has seen dynasties rise and fall, Yet still it si...

Beside the mossy stones I stray, Where silver waters dance and play. A gentle murmur fills the air, As sunlight threads through branches bare. Two sparrows dip their wings to drink, Upon the faded river’s brink. The ancient pines stand tall and deep, Guardians of secrets while the world’s asleep. A lonely fisherman drifts by, Beneath the vast and cloudless sky. His bamboo pole and straw hat gleam, Part of the flowing water’s dream. This stream has seen dynasties rise and fall, Yet still it si...