<The Moon’s Silent Whisper>

Beneath the willow’s gentle sway,

A lonely scholar starts to day.

The moon, a pearl in midnight deep,

Guards secrets that the mountains keep.

He reads by lantern’s fading light,

While stars embroider cloths of night.

The breeze brings tales from ancient times—

Of lost loves etched in fading rhymes.

A crane takes flight past lonely towers,

Circling through the silent hours.

The river flows to distant shores

With dreams that knock on destiny’s doors.

No words are spoke, yet all is heard—

The moon’s advice without a word.

The world holds truths we can’t perceive,

Like roots too deep for leaves to grieve.