Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets as the tides glide. Old fisherman sings a tune, his boat sways with grace, While stars above mirror their light on the water’s face. Mountains stand in silence, guardians of the night, Their shadows dance in harmony with soft moonlight. A lone crane takes flight, crossing the misty shore, Seeking dreams that ancient poets wrote of yore. Time pauses here, where nature’s art is spun, A timeless tale of peace unde...

Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets as the tides glide. Old fisherman sings a tune, his boat sways with grace, While stars above mirror their light on the water’s face. Mountains stand in silence, guardians of the night, Their shadows dance in harmony with soft moonlight. A lone crane takes flight, crossing the misty shore, Seeking dreams that ancient poets wrote of yore. Time pauses here, where nature’s art is spun, A timeless tale of peace unde...