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...
