The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recalls a stream Where laughing children once did play, Now but a memory passed away. Its needles murmur tales untold Of knights in armor, brave and bold, Of lovers’ vows in twilight made, Beneath its everlasting shade. A wandering bard with weary feet Once found beneath its boughs a seat, And strummed a melody so deep That even stars forgot to sleep. The seasons turn, the years roll by, Yet steadfast stands this tree so high, Still whispe...
The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recalls a stream Where laughing children once did play, Now but a memory passed away. Its needles murmur tales untold Of knights in armor, brave and bold, Of lovers’ vows in twilight made, Beneath its everlasting shade. A wandering bard with weary feet Once found beneath its boughs a seat, And strummed a melody so deep That even stars forgot to sleep. The seasons turn, the years roll by, Yet steadfast stands this tree so high, Still whispe...
