Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine forest stands in dream. Its needled boughs sway slow and deep, Guardians of secrets trees must keep. A traveler walked that shadowed lane, And felt the whisper of the rain, Then heard a voice, both old and wise, That spoke of truth in softest sighs. “Let not your heart be troubled long, For even weakness can make strong. The greatest oaks from acorns grow, And patience teaches all we know.” The words took root within his soul, And made his...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine forest stands in dream. Its needled boughs sway slow and deep, Guardians of secrets trees must keep. A traveler walked that shadowed lane, And felt the whisper of the rain, Then heard a voice, both old and wise, That spoke of truth in softest sighs. “Let not your heart be troubled long, For even weakness can make strong. The greatest oaks from acorns grow, And patience teaches all we know.” The words took root within his soul, And made his...