Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient oak recalls a stream Where laughing children once did play Through long and sun-drenched summer days. A traveler pauses in the shade, Where memories and dreams are made, And hears the wind’s gentle refrain— “All joys must pass like summer rain.” Yet in the stillness, hope takes flight, As stars emerge to guard the night, Reminding us that love and grace Leave timeless marks time can’t erase.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient oak recalls a stream Where laughing children once did play Through long and sun-drenched summer days. A traveler pauses in the shade, Where memories and dreams are made, And hears the wind’s gentle refrain— “All joys must pass like summer rain.” Yet in the stillness, hope takes flight, As stars emerge to guard the night, Reminding us that love and grace Leave timeless marks time can’t erase.