Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recalls a stream That once did through the valley flow, Where memories like soft breezes blow. A traveler paused in weary plight, And heard the tree tell tales at night Of lovers’ vows and warriors’ dreams, Lost in time’s ever-changing streams. The wind now sings through boughs so deep, A lullaby for those asleep, While stars above in silence keep Watch over valleys wide and steep. Though centuries may come and pass, The pine still stands ...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recalls a stream That once did through the valley flow, Where memories like soft breezes blow. A traveler paused in weary plight, And heard the tree tell tales at night Of lovers’ vows and warriors’ dreams, Lost in time’s ever-changing streams. The wind now sings through boughs so deep, A lullaby for those asleep, While stars above in silence keep Watch over valleys wide and steep. Though centuries may come and pass, The pine still stands ...