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 it has ne’er denied. Its leaves still murmur to the breeze Of lovers kneeling ‘neath its knees. The river flows with patient grace, Carving its path through time and space, While fireflies dance in golden light To bless the peacefulness of night. All finds its rest in nature’s hand— The stones, the air,...