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 melody,

Of secrets from the memory.

Through seasons change and years unfold,

The tree’s great story is still told.

In every needle, every cone,

Lies wisdom from the ages grown.

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 melody,

Of secrets from the memory.

Through seasons change and years unfold,

The tree’s great story is still told.

In every needle, every cone,

Lies wisdom from the ages grown.