Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recounts a dream Of whispered tales through rustling boughs, Where time herself briefly allows A moment’s peace in nature’s scheme. Two travelers on a dusty road Once shared the weight of sorrow’s load, Their laughter rang through twilight’s hue As stars above in darkness grew— A friendship beautifully sowed. Now centuries have drifted past, Yet in the wind, their voices cast A gentle hymn that still remains Through summer sun and winter r...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recounts a dream Of whispered tales through rustling boughs, Where time herself briefly allows A moment’s peace in nature’s scheme. Two travelers on a dusty road Once shared the weight of sorrow’s load, Their laughter rang through twilight’s hue As stars above in darkness grew— A friendship beautifully sowed. Now centuries have drifted past, Yet in the wind, their voices cast A gentle hymn that still remains Through summer sun and winter r...