Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent shadows dance and dream, A gentle breeze through pine trees sighs, And whispers secrets to the skies. An ancient tale of love once lost, Upon the wind is softly tossed. Two souls who met by fate’s design, Beneath these very whispering pines. Their promises, like needles fall, Yet echoes linger, haunting all. The forest keeps their story deep, Where memories forever sleep. Now wanderers who pass this way, Hear fragments of that distant day. Th...
