Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent waters gently stream, A lonely pine whispers to the night, Sharing tales of ancient light. Once a seed in rocky earth, It grew through storms and found its worth, Its branches now, both strong and deep, Guard the dreams the mountains keep. Through seasons’ turn, it stands alone, With roots firm-set in ancient stone, A timeless watch in forest grand, Holding secrets of the land.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent waters gently stream, A lonely pine whispers to the night, Sharing tales of ancient light. Once a seed in rocky earth, It grew through storms and found its worth, Its branches now, both strong and deep, Guard the dreams the mountains keep. Through seasons’ turn, it stands alone, With roots firm-set in ancient stone, A timeless watch in forest grand, Holding secrets of the land.