Beneath the silk of lanterns bright,
In ancient towns with whispers old,
Stories of past in moonlit night,
Traditions woven, tales retold.

On dragon boats through rivers glide,
With drums that beat the heart’s own song,
Each stroke a memory, far and wide,
As time and culture flow along.

In gardens where the plum trees bloom,
And cranes take flight in twilight’s glow,
The essence of a life consumes,
In harmony, the spirits grow.

The tea that warms with every pour,
The calligraphy of hands so wise,
The echoes of the past restore,
A life in balance, ‘neath the skies.