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 fragile, everlasting thing

That in our deepest hearts is known.

Now stars above keep watchful eyes

On all beneath the boundless skies,

Reminding us in quiet tone:

No soul has ever walked alone,

However far the pathway lies.