Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recounts a dream. Of whispered tales through rustling boughs, Where time herself briefly allows. A traveler paused in wooded shade, To hear the legacy conveyed. Of winters fierce and springs so mild, The timeless dialogue of wild. Each needle holds a story yet, In dewy mornings, suns that set. The wind composes melodies, Through evergreen symphonies. Now standing tall where epochs passed, Its rooted wisdom firm and vast. In every breeze, a...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine recounts a dream. Of whispered tales through rustling boughs, Where time herself briefly allows. A traveler paused in wooded shade, To hear the legacy conveyed. Of winters fierce and springs so mild, The timeless dialogue of wild. Each needle holds a story yet, In dewy mornings, suns that set. The wind composes melodies, Through evergreen symphonies. Now standing tall where epochs passed, Its rooted wisdom firm and vast. In every breeze, a...