The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient oak recalls a stream Of memories from days long past, Where shadows of our joys were cast. A traveler with a weary heart Paused where the lofty pine trees start, And heard the wind’s gentle refrain— It sang of sun after the rain. Though paths may twist and turn unknown, And seeds of doubt are sometimes sown, Take courage from the stars above, For life’s a tale of growth and love. So let your spirit rise and soar, Seek wisdom on each foreign sho...
The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient oak recalls a stream Of memories from days long past, Where shadows of our joys were cast. A traveler with a weary heart Paused where the lofty pine trees start, And heard the wind’s gentle refrain— It sang of sun after the rain. Though paths may twist and turn unknown, And seeds of doubt are sometimes sown, Take courage from the stars above, For life’s a tale of growth and love. So let your spirit rise and soar, Seek wisdom on each foreign sho...
