Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine shares whispered dreams. Its branches trace the stars above, While telling tales of timeless love. A traveler rests against its bark, And listens to the forest’s dark. The wind carries a mournful sigh, Of kingdoms lost and days gone by. Yet in that sound, a hope takes flight - The dawn will break, dispelling night. The pine still stands through passing years, Its wisdom drying all our tears.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine shares whispered dreams. Its branches trace the stars above, While telling tales of timeless love. A traveler rests against its bark, And listens to the forest’s dark. The wind carries a mournful sigh, Of kingdoms lost and days gone by. Yet in that sound, a hope takes flight - The dawn will break, dispelling night. The pine still stands through passing years, Its wisdom drying all our tears.