Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone wolf howls to stars above, Echoing tales of timeless love. Two ancient pines, with branches twined, Keep secrets in their bark confined. They’ve witnessed empires rise and fall, Yet stand together through it all. A traveler rests beneath their shade, His weary journey long delayed. He dreams of home and distant shores, While night’s sweet mystery outdoors. The wind carries a whispered rhyme— A bridge between...
