Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone pine whispers ancient tales Of winter winds and summer gales. Two travelers met at dusk’s embrace, One from the west, one from east’s space. They shared the fire, the bread, the wine, While stars above like diamonds shine. “Three truths I’ve learned,” the elder said, “To cherish life, to lose all dread: The song of dawn, the friend’s firm hand, And peace that dwells in unknown land.” They parted when the nig...