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 threads of light. They trace the dreams of summers past, In fleeting moments meant to last. The dawn will come with hues of rose, Yet magic in the da...

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 threads of light. They trace the dreams of summers past, In fleeting moments meant to last. The dawn will come with hues of rose, Yet magic in the da...