A silver moon floats on the still water, Where whispers of the wind tell ancient tales. A lonely boat drifts, carrying a dreamer, Through misty veils and starlit trails. Fishermen’s songs echo from distant shores, Mingling with ripples that gently weep. The lotus flowers bloom, as night unfolds, Guarding secrets the deep waters keep. A crane takes flight in the cool evening air, Painting silence with grace and might. This scene has lingered for a thousand years— A timeless poem woven of moonl...
