Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recalls a dream. Of whispered tales through ages past, Where shadows blend and memories last. A traveler paused one winter’s night, His lantern casting fragile light. He heard the boughs in breezes sigh, Like echoes from a lullaby. They spoke of kings who ruled the land, Of lovers walking hand in hand, Of seasons turning, year by year, Of joy and sorrow, far and near. The wind grew still at break of dawn, The traveler found his doubt withd...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recalls a dream. Of whispered tales through ages past, Where shadows blend and memories last. A traveler paused one winter’s night, His lantern casting fragile light. He heard the boughs in breezes sigh, Like echoes from a lullaby. They spoke of kings who ruled the land, Of lovers walking hand in hand, Of seasons turning, year by year, Of joy and sorrow, far and near. The wind grew still at break of dawn, The traveler found his doubt withd...