Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,

Where silent mountains guard the stream,

A lone pine whispers ancient tales

Of winter winds and summer gales.

Two travelers once in twilight met,

With memories and fond regret,

They shared a flask of warmed wine

Beneath those venerable boughs divine.

One spoke of journeys yet to take,

The other of dreams left at stake.

The pines sighed songs of ages past—

How fleeting hopes and shadows cast.

At dawn they parted ways unknown,

Their footprints vanished in the snow,

Yet in the pine’s enduring rhyme,

Echoed their brief, yet timeless time.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,

Where silent mountains guard the stream,

A lone pine whispers ancient tales

Of winter winds and summer gales.

Two travelers once in twilight met,

With memories and fond regret,

They shared a flask of warmed wine

Beneath those venerable boughs divine.

One spoke of journeys yet to take,

The other of dreams left at stake.

The pines sighed songs of ages past—

How fleeting hopes and shadows cast.

At dawn they parted ways unknown,

Their footprints vanished in the snow,

Yet in the pine’s enduring rhyme,

Echoed their brief, yet timeless time.