A gentle stream through mossy stones did glide, Beneath the willow’s gracefully bowed shade, Its murmurs carried on the evening tide, Where fireflies their fleeting light displayed. An aged scholar paused along its course, His heart weighed down by worldly care and strife, He heard the water’s softly flowing discourse That spoke of perseverance through this life. The current faced the rocks without dismay, And turned to mist where cascades downward fell, Yet ever forward found its winding way...
