Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone pine whispers ancient tales Of winter winds and summer gales. Two travelers met at twilight’s fall, Where shadows danced upon the wall. One bore a lamp of amber light, One carried memories of night. They spoke of journeys long since passed, Of friendships forged that ever last. The stars above began to bloom As pine-scent filled the gathering gloom. No moral ends this brief respite— Just quiet peace beneath ...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone pine whispers ancient tales Of winter winds and summer gales. Two travelers met at twilight’s fall, Where shadows danced upon the wall. One bore a lamp of amber light, One carried memories of night. They spoke of journeys long since passed, Of friendships forged that ever last. The stars above began to bloom As pine-scent filled the gathering gloom. No moral ends this brief respite— Just quiet peace beneath ...