Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recalls a stream Where lovers met in days long past, Their whispered vows meant forever to last. Now breezes stir through needled boughs, Humming of timeless vows, While stars above in silence keep Watch over memories asleep. A lone wolf howls a mournful tune, Beneath the ever-changing moon, Yet steadfast stands the tree so tall, Guardian of stories, witness to all.
