Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,

An ancient pine shares secret dreams.

Its branches trace the starry streams

Where time dissolves in silent beams.

A traveler pauses, leans to hear

The whispered wisdom year by year.

“Let go what binds, release all fear -

The path ahead is drawing near.”

Through rustling needles, truths take flight

On breezes kissing the night.

Each soul must find its inner light

Before the dawn ends wisdom’s rite.

No map is drawn for hearts that roam

But pines remember every home.

Their roots entwined in sacred loam,

They guard the stories in their dome.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,

An ancient pine shares secret dreams.

Its branches trace the starry streams

Where time dissolves in silent beams.

A traveler pauses, leans to hear

The whispered wisdom year by year.

“Let go what binds, release all fear -

The path ahead is drawing near.”

Through rustling needles, truths take flight

On breezes kissing the night.

Each soul must find its inner light

Before the dawn ends wisdom’s rite.

No map is drawn for hearts that roam

But pines remember every home.

Their roots entwined in sacred loam,

They guard the stories in their dome.