Beneath the moon's soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recalls a stream Where two young hearts once vowed to stay Through seasons' slow, relentless sway. Its needles murmur tales untold Of summer warmth and winter's cold, Of letters carved in bark now grown With secrets only wind has known. A lonely traveler pauses near, And in the rustling sounds, can hear Faint echoes from a long-lost day— The forest keeps what words betray.

Beneath the moon's soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recalls a stream Where two young hearts once vowed to stay Through seasons' slow, relentless sway. Its needles murmur tales untold Of summer warmth and winter's cold, Of letters carved in bark now grown With secrets only wind has known. A lonely traveler pauses near, And in the rustling sounds, can hear Faint echoes from a long-lost day— The forest keeps what words betray.