Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, A lonely traveler follows a dream. Through misty valleys, dark and deep, Where ancient promises secrets keep. The pines they whisper tales of old, Of lovers brave and warriors bold. A rustling branch, a sighing breeze, Carries memories through the trees. He climbs the path with weary feet, Where mountain spirits gently meet. At dawn he’ll reach the sunlit peak, And find the truth he came to seek.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, A lonely traveler follows a dream. Through misty valleys, dark and deep, Where ancient promises secrets keep. The pines they whisper tales of old, Of lovers brave and warriors bold. A rustling branch, a sighing breeze, Carries memories through the trees. He climbs the path with weary feet, Where mountain spirits gently meet. At dawn he’ll reach the sunlit peak, And find the truth he came to seek.