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. Through misty valleys, secrets sleep, While ancient promises they keep. The wind carries a sage’s rhyme Across the chasms of all time. Two lovers carved their names in stone, Beneath the pines, once overgrown. Their whispers linger in the air— A bond beyond all worldly care. Now travelers pause to hear the song That through these pine trees still pro...
