Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets as the tides glide. Old fishermen sing songs of journeys long past, While stars above in the quiet sky are cast. A lone boat drifts, carrying dreams light and deep, Where memories and hopes in the water sleep. The night holds a promise, serene and so clear, That dawn will bring joy and banish all fear.

Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets as the tides glide. Old fishermen sing songs of journeys long past, While stars above in the quiet sky are cast. A lone boat drifts, carrying dreams light and deep, Where memories and hopes in the water sleep. The night holds a promise, serene and so clear, That dawn will bring joy and banish all fear.