Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone wolf howls to stars above, Echoing tales of timeless love. An ancient oak with branches wide Holds secrets it will never hide. Its leaves like pages turn and sigh As night winds weave their lullaby. Two fireflies dance in gentle flight, Painting the dark with threads of light. They trace the dreams of sleeping flowers Through midnight’s still and magic hours. The world breathes deep in slumber deep, While pr...
