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 in its heart inside. Its leaves like pages turn and sigh As night winds weave their lullaby. Two fireflies dance in gentle flight, Painting the dark with traces bright. They trace the paths of dreams untold In shades of amber and of gold. The dawn will come with hues of rose, Yet magic in the darkness g...
