In the quiet hush of evening’s grace,
Where lanterns sway beneath the moon’s embrace,
Spirits dance upon the whispering breeze,
Guiding souls with ancient memories.

Beneath the willow’s gentle sweep,
The river sings a lullaby to sleep,
Echoes of laughter and whispered tears,
Mingle with the night, dispelling fears.

Incense curls in spirals to the sky,
Carrying prayers where the ancestors lie,
In realms unseen, yet felt so near,
Their presence lingers, calm and clear.

The dragon’s breath in a fiery display,
Lights the path for those who stray,
In reverence we honor the past,
In the cycle of life, love forever lasts.