In bustling streets where lanterns glow,
The ancient tales of dragons flow,
Through whispers of the bamboo’s sway,
A culture rich in night and day.

Pagodas stand with grace and might,
As monks chant prayers through the night,
The river’s song, a gentle breeze,
Carries dreams across the seas.

In tea houses where sages meet,
Wisdom flows so pure and sweet,
Calligraphy on silk unfurls,
Stories of an endless world.

From great walls to gardens green,
The spirit of the land is seen,
In every heart, in every soul,
The essence of a life made whole.