Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam Where silent waters gently stream A lonely pine recalls old dreams Of ancient times and faded schemes Its needles murmur tales untold Of winters harsh and summers gold Of lovers’ vows in days of old Whose warm embraces now grow cold The wind composes nature’s verse That time itself cannot reverse Each bough a blessing or a curse In this eternal universe So listen when the pine trees sigh Their wisdom never passes by They hold the secrets of the sky And wat...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam Where silent waters gently stream A lonely pine recalls old dreams Of ancient times and faded schemes Its needles murmur tales untold Of winters harsh and summers gold Of lovers’ vows in days of old Whose warm embraces now grow cold The wind composes nature’s verse That time itself cannot reverse Each bough a blessing or a curse In this eternal universe So listen when the pine trees sigh Their wisdom never passes by They hold the secrets of the sky And wat...