Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine shares secret dreams. Its needles trace the passing years, And hold the joy, the pain, the tears. A traveler rests against its bark, And listens to the forest’s dark. The wind conveys a murmured tale, Of love that made a strong heart frail. Two souls once met where branches sway, Then parted on a autumn day. One promise made, one token kept, While generations softly slept. The tree still stands, the story stays, A quiet hum through sun and...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine shares secret dreams. Its needles trace the passing years, And hold the joy, the pain, the tears. A traveler rests against its bark, And listens to the forest’s dark. The wind conveys a murmured tale, Of love that made a strong heart frail. Two souls once met where branches sway, Then parted on a autumn day. One promise made, one token kept, While generations softly slept. The tree still stands, the story stays, A quiet hum through sun and...