The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, A lonely traveler follows a fading stream. The pines whisper secrets old and deep, As weary souls find solace in their sleep. Through misty valleys, shadows dance, Guiding his heart with gentle chance. A distant bell tolls midnight’s reign, Washing the world with gentle rain. He recalls a voice from summers past, When love was built forever to last. Now autumn leaves in crimson fall, Answering memory’s silent call. Yet in the stillness, hope takes flight—...
The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, A lonely traveler follows a fading stream. The pines whisper secrets old and deep, As weary souls find solace in their sleep. Through misty valleys, shadows dance, Guiding his heart with gentle chance. A distant bell tolls midnight’s reign, Washing the world with gentle rain. He recalls a voice from summers past, When love was built forever to last. Now autumn leaves in crimson fall, Answering memory’s silent call. Yet in the stillness, hope takes flight—...
