The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone wolf howls to stars above, Echoing tales of timeless love. Through misty vales and forests deep, Where ancient secrets lie asleep, The pines recount in murmured sighs The journey of the fireflies— They danced one night in golden flight To guide a lost child through the dark, Their gentle, unwavering spark A promise in the endless night. Now memories linger in the breeze, Rustling through the towering trees, ...
The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone wolf howls to stars above, Echoing tales of timeless love. Through misty vales and forests deep, Where ancient secrets lie asleep, The pines recount in murmured sighs The journey of the fireflies— They danced one night in golden flight To guide a lost child through the dark, Their gentle, unwavering spark A promise in the endless night. Now memories linger in the breeze, Rustling through the towering trees, ...
