A silver moon floats on the river deep, While autumn breezes through the reeds softly sweep. A lone boat drifts where water and sky blend, As memories of distant friends ascend. The fisherman sings an ancient, mournful tune, Echoing beneath the star-strewn June. His lamp flickers like a firefly’s glow, Guiding dreams where time flows slow. No words are needed in this tranquil night, Just the moon’s embrace and water’s light. The world fades to a hushed, gentle stream— A silent verse in heaven...
