# The Whispering Pines

By [Untitled](https://paragraph.com/@0x32f98ed7cb2e53edcca91da77a2cbefa25dffb2f-2) · 2025-08-25

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Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,

Two ancient pines share whispered dreams.

Their roots entwined through time’s deep flow,

Guard secrets that the winds bestow.

One tells of mountains clad in snow,

Where eagles dare and cold winds blow.

The other sings of blossoms bright,

That dance in spring’s renewing light.

Their needles trace tales on the air,

Of wandering souls and journeys rare.

They’ve witnessed centuries unfold,

In stories that remain untold.

Yet in their gentle, rustling sound,

Eternal wisdom can be found—

That stillness holds the purest voice,

And listening makes the heart rejoice.

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