A silver ribbon winds through sleeping hills, Where cold stars dance on liquid, whispering glass. A lonely fisherman’s lamp gently spills Its golden dream on waves that sway and pass. The night breeze carries songs from far-off lands, While willows dip their fingers in the stream. The moon, a pearl held in heaven’s hands, Casts timeless light on this waterborne dream. No words disturb the peace this scene imparts, Just nature’s breath that lulls the restless soul— A silent poetry that mends a...

A silver ribbon winds through sleeping hills, Where cold stars dance on liquid, whispering glass. A lonely fisherman’s lamp gently spills Its golden dream on waves that sway and pass. The night breeze carries songs from far-off lands, While willows dip their fingers in the stream. The moon, a pearl held in heaven’s hands, Casts timeless light on this waterborne dream. No words disturb the peace this scene imparts, Just nature’s breath that lulls the restless soul— A silent poetry that mends a...