"Serenity lies in the stillness of a moment, where the heart learns to listen to the whispers of nature's soul."
Under a moon that gently weeps,
a river flows where silence sleeps.
Mountains rise with shadows cast,
while whispered dreams of night hold fast.
Silhouettes loom in a misty shroud,
wrapped in wonders, darting proud.
Reflection dances on water's skin,
inviting hearts to seek within.
