Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recounts a dream Of whispered tales through rustling boughs That time itself could not endow. A traveler paused in twilight’s hue To hear what only pines construe— How stars were sown like seeds of light Across the velvet cloth of night. The wind-carved grooves on weathered bark Hold memories brighter than the dark, Of lovers’ vows and warriors’ prayers Lost in the mountain’s misty layers. Now listen when the north wind blows— The pine sti...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recounts a dream Of whispered tales through rustling boughs That time itself could not endow. A traveler paused in twilight’s hue To hear what only pines construe— How stars were sown like seeds of light Across the velvet cloth of night. The wind-carved grooves on weathered bark Hold memories brighter than the dark, Of lovers’ vows and warriors’ prayers Lost in the mountain’s misty layers. Now listen when the north wind blows— The pine sti...