Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recalls a dream— Of whispered vows on summer nights, And constellations weaving lights. Two lovers met where branches swayed, Their hearts in silent dialogue played. He pledged his love with oak-leaf ring, She promised songs that spring would bring. But seasons turned as seasons must, Their footprints fading into dust. Now hollow winds through needles sigh, Tracing their names against the sky. Yet in the resin-scented air, Their vanished l...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recalls a dream— Of whispered vows on summer nights, And constellations weaving lights. Two lovers met where branches swayed, Their hearts in silent dialogue played. He pledged his love with oak-leaf ring, She promised songs that spring would bring. But seasons turned as seasons must, Their footprints fading into dust. Now hollow winds through needles sigh, Tracing their names against the sky. Yet in the resin-scented air, Their vanished l...