Beneath the silver moon’s gentle glow, Where whispering pines tell tales of old, A lonely traveler finds his way, Through misty valleys, dark and cold. He carries memories bittersweet, Of promises he couldn’t keep, Yet in the forest’s deep embrace, His weary soul begins to heal. The stars above like diamonds gleam, Reflected in the crystal stream, And in that moment, time stands still— A perfect, fleeting, midnight dream. For even in our darkest hours, Nature grants us peaceful powers, To men...
