Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine shares whispered dreams. Its branches trace the stars above, While telling tales of timeless love. A traveler rests against its bark, And listens to the forest’s dark. The wind carries a melody, Of secrets from the memory. Through seasons change and years pass by, The tree still reaches for the sky. Its roots run deep, its spirit free, A guardian for all to see.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, An ancient pine shares whispered dreams. Its branches trace the stars above, While telling tales of timeless love. A traveler rests against its bark, And listens to the forest’s dark. The wind carries a melody, Of secrets from the memory. Through seasons change and years pass by, The tree still reaches for the sky. Its roots run deep, its spirit free, A guardian for all to see.