Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine shares secret dreams. Its needles trace the stars above, Whispering tales of timeless love. A traveler pauses in the night, Hearing echoes of pure light. The wind carries a faint refrain— Memories of joy and pain. In stillness, truths begin to bloom, Beyond the reach of human gloom. One moment, vast and deep and free, Beneath the universal tree.
