The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine shares secret dreams. Its branches trace the stars above, While whispering tales of timeless love. A traveler pauses in the night, Hearing echoes of pure light. The wind carries a sage’s verse, That lifts the universal curse. No need for wealth or grand design— Just drink this peace like vintage wine. Let constellations gently spin, And welcome miracles within.
The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine shares secret dreams. Its branches trace the stars above, While whispering tales of timeless love. A traveler pauses in the night, Hearing echoes of pure light. The wind carries a sage’s verse, That lifts the universal curse. No need for wealth or grand design— Just drink this peace like vintage wine. Let constellations gently spin, And welcome miracles within.
