Silver ripples dance ‘neath moon’s soft gleam, Where water lilies drift in dream. A lonely swan glides through the night, Her feathers brushed with liquid light. Whispers float where willows weep, As stars their silent vigil keep. The mountains wear a misty veil, While ancient pines recount their tale. Here time suspends its hurried flight— A painted scroll of calm delight. Just moon and lake and breeze’s sigh… Then dawn will blush the eastern sky.