Beneath the jade mountain’s tender gaze,
Rivers weave tales of ancient days.
Bamboo groves whisper in the breeze,
Echoes of time, serene and at ease.

The blossoms of plum trees gently fall,
As if the heavens answered nature’s call.
Lanterns drift under a moonlit sky,
Illuminating paths where shadows lie.

Cranes fly over paddy fields so wide,
Harmony with the earth, they glide.
In the quiet, the cicadas sing,
A symphony that makes the heart take wing.

Terraced hills in misty shrouds,
Reflecting dreams held in the clouds.
In this land, where past and present blend,
Nature’s beauty never finds its end.