Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets as the tides glide. On distant shores, the willow branches softly sway, While stars above in quiet contemplation lay. A lonely boat drifts slowly with the current’s grace, Its weary traveler seeking a familiar place. Memories of home like fireflies start to gleam, Across the water, dancing in a moonlit dream. The nightingale’s song echoes through the pine-clad hill, Mingling with the silence, timeless and still...

Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets as the tides glide. On distant shores, the willow branches softly sway, While stars above in quiet contemplation lay. A lonely boat drifts slowly with the current’s grace, Its weary traveler seeking a familiar place. Memories of home like fireflies start to gleam, Across the water, dancing in a moonlit dream. The nightingale’s song echoes through the pine-clad hill, Mingling with the silence, timeless and still...