Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,

Where silent mountains guard the stream,

A lone wolf howls to stars above,

Echoing tales of long-lost love.

An ancient oak with branches wide

Holds secrets it has ne’er denied.

Its leaves still murmur to the breeze

Of buried hopes and memories.

Two fireflies dance through midnight’s veil,

Their glowing paths recount the tale

Of lovers who by fate were torn,

Yet find new light each night reborn.

The river flows to distant shores,

Carving its path forevermore,

Reminding us that time drifts on—

What’s lost at dusk may dawn restore.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,

Where silent mountains guard the stream,

A lone wolf howls to stars above,

Echoing tales of long-lost love.

An ancient oak with branches wide

Holds secrets it has ne’er denied.

Its leaves still murmur to the breeze

Of buried hopes and memories.

Two fireflies dance through midnight’s veil,

Their glowing paths recount the tale

Of lovers who by fate were torn,

Yet find new light each night reborn.

The river flows to distant shores,

Carving its path forevermore,

Reminding us that time drifts on—

What’s lost at dusk may dawn restore.