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 tune, Of kingdoms lost beneath the moon. Yet in the stillness, hope takes flight - A shooting star burns through the night. The pine still stands through age and storm, Its roots deep-woven, strong and warm. Dawn breaks in hues of gold and rose, T...

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 tune, Of kingdoms lost beneath the moon. Yet in the stillness, hope takes flight - A shooting star burns through the night. The pine still stands through age and storm, Its roots deep-woven, strong and warm. Dawn breaks in hues of gold and rose, T...