Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains stand supreme, A gentle breeze through pine needles sighs, Weaving tales ‘neath starlit skies. An ancient oak with branches wide Guards secrets that the woods hide; Its leaves murmur of ages past, Of friendships forged and shadows cast. A brooklet dances o’er smooth stones, Singing in harmonious tones, Carving pathways through the earth, Echoing dreams of timeless worth. Though seasons change and years may fly, These woods hold trut...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains stand supreme, A gentle breeze through pine needles sighs, Weaving tales ‘neath starlit skies. An ancient oak with branches wide Guards secrets that the woods hide; Its leaves murmur of ages past, Of friendships forged and shadows cast. A brooklet dances o’er smooth stones, Singing in harmonious tones, Carving pathways through the earth, Echoing dreams of timeless worth. Though seasons change and years may fly, These woods hold trut...