Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recalls a dream. Of whispered tales through rustling boughs, Of winter’s hush and summer’s vows. A traveler paused in twilight’s glow, His shadow long, his footsteps slow. He heard the tree’s faint murmuring— A story time alone could bring. Of lovers’ promises exchanged, Of destinies both shaped and changed. The wind carried each word with care, Through mountain crisp and valley air. Now stars emerge like memories bright, Guarding the secr...
