The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone wolf howls to stars above, Echoing tales of timeless love. An old pine tree with branches worn Whispers of journeys since the morn Of ancient kings and fallen reigns, In gentle sighs through summer rains. Two fireflies dance in twilight’s haze, Weaving through mist in mystic maze, Their fleeting light, a golden thread, Guiding lost dreams to shores ahead. Yet dawn will break in rose-gold hue, Renewing worlds...
The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone wolf howls to stars above, Echoing tales of timeless love. An old pine tree with branches worn Whispers of journeys since the morn Of ancient kings and fallen reigns, In gentle sighs through summer rains. Two fireflies dance in twilight’s haze, Weaving through mist in mystic maze, Their fleeting light, a golden thread, Guiding lost dreams to shores ahead. Yet dawn will break in rose-gold hue, Renewing worlds...
