Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,

An ancient pine forest stands in dream.

Its needled boughs weave tales untold,

Of winters harsh and summers gold.

A traveler paused one twilight dim,

Heard whispers in the evening hymn.

The trees recalled a love long past,

A bond they swore would ever last.

Two souls who met ‘neath boughs so deep,

Promises their hearts would keep.

Though years have passed and worlds have changed,

The pines their whispered vows arranged.

Now wanderers who pause to hear,

Find solace in the atmosphere.

For in each sigh the wind conveys,

Live timeless, evergreen love’s ways.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,

An ancient pine forest stands in dream.

Its needled boughs weave tales untold,

Of winters harsh and summers gold.

A traveler paused one twilight dim,

Heard whispers in the evening hymn.

The trees recalled a love long past,

A bond they swore would ever last.

Two souls who met ‘neath boughs so deep,

Promises their hearts would keep.

Though years have passed and worlds have changed,

The pines their whispered vows arranged.

Now wanderers who pause to hear,

Find solace in the atmosphere.

For in each sigh the wind conveys,

Live timeless, evergreen love’s ways.