"Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,
The river hums a quiet dream.
It spins and sways in flowing grace,
A dancer with a mirrored face.

It leaps on rocks in joyful flight,
Then bows in pools that catch the light.
Each ripple tells a tale once heard—
A song without a single word.

And when the wind begins to play,
The lake replies in fine ballet.
Together sky and stream align—
A dance of water, pure, divine."

Artist ©  Yakukid