Beneath the willow’s gentle sway, A lonely scholar waits for day. He reads by lantern’s fading light, As stars dissolve in morning’s bright. The river flows without a sound, While distant temple bells resound. A crane takes flight from misty shore- Its graceful form he’ll see no more. Yet in his heart there blooms a verse, That makes the universe less terse. The moon, his constant friend above, Whispers of hope and timeless love.
