The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine shares whispered dreams. Its branches trace the stars above, While telling tales of timeless love. A traveler rests against its bark, Hearing echoes in the dark- Of dynasties that came and passed, Of friendships forged that forever last. The wind composes melodies Through needled symphonies in the trees, Each note a story, old and deep, That lulls the weary world to sleep. Though seasons change and years unfold, The pine’s warm wisdom neve...
The Whispering Pines
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine shares whispered dreams. Its branches trace the stars above, While telling tales of timeless love. A traveler rests against its bark, Hearing echoes in the dark- Of dynasties that came and passed, Of friendships forged that forever last. The wind composes melodies Through needled symphonies in the trees, Each note a story, old and deep, That lulls the weary world to sleep. Though seasons change and years unfold, The pine’s warm wisdom neve...
