Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recounts a dream Of whispered tales through rustling boughs, Where time herself briefly allows A glimpse of worlds both strange and deep Where waking thoughts dare never creep. Two travelers on a dusty road Shared stories as the twilight glowed, One spoke of love and one of loss Beneath that pine which stood like moss Against the star-embroidered night, Weaving their words in silver light. The wind carried their mingled sighs To dance amon...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recounts a dream Of whispered tales through rustling boughs, Where time herself briefly allows A glimpse of worlds both strange and deep Where waking thoughts dare never creep. Two travelers on a dusty road Shared stories as the twilight glowed, One spoke of love and one of loss Beneath that pine which stood like moss Against the star-embroidered night, Weaving their words in silver light. The wind carried their mingled sighs To dance amon...