Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, A lonely traveler follows a dream. Through misty valleys, dark and deep, Where ancient secrets lie asleep. The pines whisper tales of old, Of courage, love, and fortunes told. A rustling branch, a distant chime, Echoes from a forgotten time. He climbs the path with weary feet, Where mountain spirits gently meet. A sudden light breaks through the trees, Carried softly on the breeze. Not gold nor fame does he behold, But stories in the stars unfold. For wis...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, A lonely traveler follows a dream. Through misty valleys, dark and deep, Where ancient secrets lie asleep. The pines whisper tales of old, Of courage, love, and fortunes told. A rustling branch, a distant chime, Echoes from a forgotten time. He climbs the path with weary feet, Where mountain spirits gently meet. A sudden light breaks through the trees, Carried softly on the breeze. Not gold nor fame does he behold, But stories in the stars unfold. For wis...