In the heart of the bamboo grove,
Soft whispers tell ancient tales,
Where the wind gently weaves,
Through emerald leaves and hidden trails.

By the jade river’s tranquil flow,
Reflections dance in golden light,
The water’s song, a soothing call,
In the quiet of the moonlit night.

Cherry blossoms paint the sky,
With shades of pink in gentle flight,
Their fleeting beauty, a timeless dance,
Under the sun’s warm, tender glance.

Misty mountains stand as guards,
To secrets held in ancient stone,
Echoes of legends softly told,
In the silence, we are not alone.