Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets to the tide. On distant shores, the willow branches sway, As stars above light up the night’s dark way. A lonely boat drifts with the current’s grace, Its oars at rest, finding a tranquil space. The fisherman sings a song of days gone by, Beneath the vast and endless sapphire sky. The mountains stand like guardians, tall and deep, While all the world is nestled in soft sleep. Yet in this peace, a longing still ...
