The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient oak recalls a stream That sang of journeys yet untold, Through valleys deep in shades of gold. A traveler paused where shadows weave, And heard the tales the leaves would leave— Of dragonflies on reeds that swayed, And dreams in twilight gently laid. The wind carried a faint refrain Of distant bells after the rain, Echoing through the silent wood Where mystic understandings stood. He lingered there till stars grew dim, Learning the forest’s sec...
The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient oak recalls a stream That sang of journeys yet untold, Through valleys deep in shades of gold. A traveler paused where shadows weave, And heard the tales the leaves would leave— Of dragonflies on reeds that swayed, And dreams in twilight gently laid. The wind carried a faint refrain Of distant bells after the rain, Echoing through the silent wood Where mystic understandings stood. He lingered there till stars grew dim, Learning the forest’s sec...
