Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so bright,

A path of shimmering diamonds in the quiet night.

The willow trees are whispering secrets old and deep,

While weary wanderers find solace in their sleep.

A lonely boat drifts slowly, guided by the breeze,

Carrying dreams and memories through the misty trees.

The stars above are dancing, painting tales of yore,

Of lovers met and parted on this timeless shore.

The world is hushed and peaceful, wrapped in gentle grace,

A fleeting, sweet reminder of this sacred space.

Yet dawn will come too quickly, with colors warm and true,

But for now, the moon and water share their timeless view.