Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recounts a dream Of whispered tales through rustling boughs, Where time herself briefly allows A moment’s peace in nature’s scheme. Two travelers on a dusty road Once shared the weight of sorrow’s load, Their laughter rang like temple bells Through misty hills and fern-clad dells Where wisdom’s subtle story glowed. They spoke of love that outlasts stone, Of seeds in barren earth now sown, How winter’s bite must yield to spring - The fragil...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recounts a dream Of whispered tales through rustling boughs, Where time herself briefly allows A moment’s peace in nature’s scheme. Two travelers on a dusty road Once shared the weight of sorrow’s load, Their laughter rang like temple bells Through misty hills and fern-clad dells Where wisdom’s subtle story glowed. They spoke of love that outlasts stone, Of seeds in barren earth now sown, How winter’s bite must yield to spring - The fragil...