Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone deer treads on frosted moss, Through misty veils and shadows tossed. An ancient pine recalls the years— Of laughter, triumph, pain, and tears— Its branches hum a timeless song Of seasons past and worlds long gone. Two stars above, like distant eyes, Watch o’er the earth where dreams arise, While whispers ride the night’s cool breeze, Through sleeping flowers and trembling trees. No need for words where peace...
