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. An ancient oak with branches wide Holds secrets it will never hide; Its leaves like pages turned by breeze Recount the dreams of centuries. Two travelers on a dusty road Shared stories as the twilight glowed, Their laughter rang through valleys deep While all the world was fast asleep. The river flows to distant lands And washes over shifting sands, ...
