Beneath the silk of moonlit skies,
Lanterns dance with gentle grace,
A tapestry of stories lies,
In the heart of an ancient place.

Dragon whispers in the night,
Echoes of a time gone by,
Traditions held in lanterns bright,
Guiding dreams beneath the sky.

Tea leaves swirl in porcelain dreams,
Secrets told in fragrant steam,
A life of balance, so it seems,
Woven in each gentle beam.

Rivers flow like ink on scroll,
Painting tales of old and new,
Harmony in every soul,
In the life that we pursue.