Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient oak relates a stream Of secrets to the listening night, While stars above ignite their light. A traveler pauses on the road, His heart relieved of every load, As nature’s voice in rustling leaves A moment’s perfect peace weaves. Though dawn will call him to depart, This solace stays within his heart— A timeless truth the forest knows: That stillness where the soul may grow.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient oak relates a stream Of secrets to the listening night, While stars above ignite their light. A traveler pauses on the road, His heart relieved of every load, As nature’s voice in rustling leaves A moment’s perfect peace weaves. Though dawn will call him to depart, This solace stays within his heart— A timeless truth the forest knows: That stillness where the soul may grow.