Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recounts a dream Of whispered tales through rustling boughs That time itself cannot arouse. A traveler paused in twilight’s hue To hear what only pines construe - How stars were sown in azure deep, Why mountains vigil while worlds sleep. The wind translates each needled verse To truths that universe immerse: That roots hold memories of the earth, And snowflakes know each crystal’s worth. Now wanderers who pass this way Hear pines murmur at...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recounts a dream Of whispered tales through rustling boughs That time itself cannot arouse. A traveler paused in twilight’s hue To hear what only pines construe - How stars were sown in azure deep, Why mountains vigil while worlds sleep. The wind translates each needled verse To truths that universe immerse: That roots hold memories of the earth, And snowflakes know each crystal’s worth. Now wanderers who pass this way Hear pines murmur at...