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 shadows where their vows were cast. Their whispers ride the midnight breeze, Through rustling leaves and sleeping trees, While constellations slowly turn, As embers in the hearth still burn. Now travelers on this starlit road Feel peace wi...
