Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recalls a stream Where laughing children once did play Through long since vanished hours of day. Its needles murmur tales untold Of lovers’ vows and courage bold, Of winters harsh and springs so mild, The passing decades reconciled. Each ring within its weathered core Holds secrets from the years of yore, Yet stands in calm serenity Watching time’s endless mystery.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recalls a stream Where laughing children once did play Through long since vanished hours of day. Its needles murmur tales untold Of lovers’ vows and courage bold, Of winters harsh and springs so mild, The passing decades reconciled. Each ring within its weathered core Holds secrets from the years of yore, Yet stands in calm serenity Watching time’s endless mystery.