The silver moon hangs in the midnight sky,

Casting shadows where silent dreams lie.

A gentle breeze whispers through ancient trees,

Carrying secrets on every tease.

A lone traveler walks a path so old,

With stories in his heart, brave and bold.

He pauses by a river, clear and deep,

Where promises the stars forever keep.

The water mirrors constellations bright,

Guiding lost souls through the endless night.

He smiles, for in the stillness, he knows—

Peace blooms where the quiet river flows.

Though journeys end and beginnings start,

Some truths live on in every heart.

The moon watches on, timeless and wise,

With light that never truly dies.