Beneath the moon's soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lonely pine begins to sing Of ancient dreams on feathered wing. Two travelers pause in twilight's hue To hear the tale both old and new— How stars once danced in midnight's sea And planted seeds of memory. Their footsteps fade into the dawn, But still the pine sings on and on, Its branches tracing in the air The rhythm of a cosmic prayer.

Beneath the moon's soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lonely pine begins to sing Of ancient dreams on feathered wing. Two travelers pause in twilight's hue To hear the tale both old and new— How stars once danced in midnight's sea And planted seeds of memory. Their footsteps fade into the dawn, But still the pine sings on and on, Its branches tracing in the air The rhythm of a cosmic prayer.