Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone wolf howls to stars above, Echoing tales of timeless love. Two ancient pines, with branches twined, Keep secrets in their bark confined, Of lovers who, in ages past, Found peace beneath their shade at last. Their whispers ride the evening breeze, Through rustling leaves and swaying trees, A symphony of nature’s art, That calms the weary human heart. Though storms may rage and seasons turn, These timeless sen...