Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,

An ancient pine shares secret dreams.

Its branches trace the starry streams,

While memories flow in silent beams.

A traveler rests against its bark,

Hearing whispers in the dark

Of lovers’ vows and larks that sang

When dynasty bells in temple rang.

The wind composes timeless verse

That mourns the universe’s curse,

Yet comforts every sorrow’s sting

With promises that spring will bring.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,

An ancient pine shares secret dreams.

Its branches trace the starry streams,

While memories flow in silent beams.

A traveler rests against its bark,

Hearing whispers in the dark

Of lovers’ vows and larks that sang

When dynasty bells in temple rang.

The wind composes timeless verse

That mourns the universe’s curse,

Yet comforts every sorrow’s sting

With promises that spring will bring.