Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine forest stands in dream. Its needled boughs, with wisdom deep, Guard secrets that the mountains keep. A traveler, lost in thought and time, Hears whispers in a rhythm rhyme. The wind through branches tells a tale Of ages past, both stark and pale. A fox appears with eyes so bright, Reflecting pale and ghostly light. It leads him through the shadowed maze, Beneath the stars’ eternal gaze. He finds a stream where waters clear Have washed away...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine forest stands in dream. Its needled boughs, with wisdom deep, Guard secrets that the mountains keep. A traveler, lost in thought and time, Hears whispers in a rhythm rhyme. The wind through branches tells a tale Of ages past, both stark and pale. A fox appears with eyes so bright, Reflecting pale and ghostly light. It leads him through the shadowed maze, Beneath the stars’ eternal gaze. He finds a stream where waters clear Have washed away...